Living in The Presence

  The Mother : Contact


"No, no, that's a music room!"


If I remember rightly, it was July of 1972. Udar-da had come to pick me up from Red House for an important meeting. I requested him to sit in the outer verandah just in front of my room as I went in to get my bag and put on my sandals. When I came out of the room, Udar-da asked, "Shobha, is that the room you live in?" "Yes, Udar-da," I replied. "You must be creating a lot of music there then! How strange!" And after he had made that remark he began recounting an incident.

    Several years before we came to live in the Red House Udar-da, Mona, his wife and his daughter Gauri who was very small then, used to live there. The first few Christmas celebrations in the Ashram had taken place in the Red House. Anyway, on one such occasion, the Mother Visited their house. As Udar-da was showing Her the different rooms, She stood facing the room where I was staying now, and asked What that room was being used for. "We play table-tennis in there," he answered. The Mother, it seems, said at once, "No, no, that's a music room!" At that point of time, Udar-da did not understand what Her remark meant. After the passage of so many years, the inner truth of that statement finally dawned on him.

    For me, it naturally had a very special significance indeed! In 195 1, when my mother and I came to the Ashram for good, it was the Mother Herself who had chosen the Red House for us. It was Nolini-da who revealed this to me while I was describing our beautiful house to him!

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