In order to get the fire going, Amma began to blow on it.

The sounds of traffic mixed with the sounds of nature.

The massive, completely exposed foundation towers supporting the bridge looked surreal from down on the river bed. The sun was setting in the west-its red glow illuminating the lorries and buses rolling by on the bridge above. As everyone approached, they gathered around Amma in a circle. Amma was heating the water for everyone’s chai. A small fire pit had been set up using rocks for a border and sticks for fuel. And Tuesday it served as the ideal place for Amma and the 425 disciples and devotees travelling along with her to stop for a few hours on their way from Bangalore to Hyderabad.Īmma’s camper had been slightly ahead of the Ashram buses, and when everyone reached the riverbed, Amma was already seated on a on a mat in its middle. The Tungabhadra is one such currently un-mighty river.

And until the rains come in June, they will remain that way-vast no man’s lands of sand and cracked earth, pointlessly winding towards the sea. This time of the year, many of India’s rivers have run dry. Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi’s Bharata Yatra 2007Ħ March - the dry bed of the Tungabhadra River, near NH-7, Andhra Pradesh

Telugu songs on amma