What’s in a name

I had spent a month living in the ashram

A month living in a tiny hut with spiders,

Bats, cockroaches, grasshoppers, mosquitoes,

And who knows what else,

A month in a hut that was originally designed

To be a toilet, so one of the monks told me,

A month eating rice, morning, day, and night,

A month stumbling through the underbrush at dawn

Regardless of the possibility that the place was crawling

With snakes,

A month of constant prayer and introspection in

Every

Shape manner and form,

A month of heavenly nirvana where all things

Co-existed as if God himself had designed

This place

And well he did,

No

I needed some respite.

I needed a drink

And I’m not talking water,

So

Off to town I go in a crazy bus watching Tamil

Movies with people making more noise

In a second than I had experienced in a month.