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Before you judge me
Before you judge me





before you judge me

Those days we also took our car into the muddy narrow lanes of Auroville that regularly fill with water.

before you judge me

“People who come here don’t stay at home so much, you know, they go around and don’t use so much gas.” She raised her eyebrows. When the small, used gas cylinder she had put under a slab in our cottage got over in two weeks, she said, “It’s already over? You guys are using too much gas so you will have to pay for it.” The rent - which was supposed to include gas - was already high, and I got conscious of cooking once a day, and not even on all days. She didn’t provide us with internet and our phones received signal near the parking away from the house only.

before you judge me

What can I say to someone whose disdain for computers and people who work on them dripped from her being? She seemed to resent my host for shooting off on vacations, too.Īnother time it was my host who laughed derisively at the mention of my partner taking calls in our car. I haven’t spoken to that woman since then. When we talked about my host she said, “oh she has put up her house for house sitting and is going out of India again! She is always doing this.” You know Auroville is best known for walking.” Since morning until 11 pm they sit in front of their laptops. She stayed quiet for a few seconds and added, I also write short stories, memoirs, and poetry.” But mainly I’m a personal growth and travel blogger. “I write technical papers, articles, and stuff. When she asked about our professions, I told her my partner has a remote job and I’m a writer. I smiled at her, and she stopped to talk.

before you judge me

She was in the same posture - her right hand outstretched and its fist closed upon something - as I had seen her pace on cafeteria rooftops, on the paths, and while eating.

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Behind me, a diverse crowd of Indians and foreigners chatted, ordered tacos and teas, and petted free dogs.įrom the opposite side came a woman clad in a shirt-pant. While my partner sat at a table taking calls and finishing work, I strolled on the ochre land circumscribing the eatery. One day we were at an Auroville restaurant. I had only been in a cottage in the forest zone of Auroville that my partner and I ended up renting for two months for a week. People from fifty-nine countries call Auroville home. For now think of the place, once an arid sandy land, as a lush green forest dotted with houses, cafeterias, and community spaces nestled in their large green gardens. If the people of Auroville, Aurovillians, live in peace and treat each other equally is a report for another rainy day. Set up by the followers of Mirra Alfassa, whom they called Mother, Auroville is supposed to be the manifestation of that vision. A collaborator of the philosopher Sri Aurobindo Mirra Alfassa had a vision for a place on earth where men from all countries will live in harmony as equals. It is an experimental community on the east coast of India near Pondicherry. Six months ago, I had just come to Auroville.







Before you judge me