I turned back to see the celebration and to my amazement, there I saw Achrya ji himself, standing casually with a guitar and singing gaily. In a green t-shirt, paired with black jeans, he was singing loud surrounded by his disciples in the middle of the market.
BY the end of it, I could manage this pic.
This stark change of appearance from regal embroidered kurtas in his discourses to these casual; I just couldn’t be assured of myself whether I’m seeing the same man or not.
The man I saw in the session — his piercing eyes observing and constantly scanning the faces, his thunderous voice commanding you to listen — was now different; the soft glow on his face and a gentle smile he was wearing.
But what made me stand in awe was that he belonged to the market as much he belonged to the session. That too with so much ease.
Reminds me of a quote by him that I recently read…
“Guru means a great paradox where the periphery and the center dance with each other, where the sky and the stars are one with each other.”