22 march, bharata yatra 2008
to see off amma to andaman islands, all of us were there at the airport: those who are going with amma and those returning to amritapuri. it looked like a white pond, as amma walked into the airport touching every one with a smile … i could not touch her. some one jumped in between. whether she saw me? i think so.
as she disappeared,
a silent cry deep down in the heart,
a drop of tear.