{"id":53,"date":"2007-09-06T00:30:59","date_gmt":"2007-09-05T19:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/53\/rain-rain-go-away\/"},"modified":"2007-09-06T00:30:59","modified_gmt":"2007-09-05T19:00:59","slug":"rain-rain-go-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2007\/53\/","title":{"rendered":"Rain Rain Go Away&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>05 September 2007, Amritapuri<\/p>\n<p>For the past month, barely a day has gone by without rain.\u00a0 Sometimes it comes unexpectedly, dark clouds on the horizon over the ocean.\u00a0 Other times, it lingers like a drizzle, occasionally turning into downpours.\u00a0 Day or night.\u00a0 Amritapuri is wet, muddy.\u00a0 Puddles linger in front of the cafe. We dodge streams of water falling from the roof of the main hall on the way to the canteen.\u00a0 We sport umbrellas, commonly used in India to shield strollers from the strong sun.\u00a0 Clothes are rarely dry, stained with mud.\u00a0 Unwashed, they remain piled high in corners of the room waiting for the sun to come out so we can do laundry.<\/p>\n<p>With the rain comes cool air. Humid, but cool.\u00a0 The nights are comfortable.\u00a0 We sleep with light blankets.<\/p>\n<p>But the constant rain reminds one of how Amma is continuously trying to wash away the dirt that keeps us from realizing our true selves.\u00a0 Once in a while, the sun manages to peak out at just the right time and there is a rainbow \u2013 Mazha Villu in Malayalam &#8211; and there is hope.\u00a0 But the rain keeps coming.\u00a0 There must be lots of dirt&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Sri Pati<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>05 September 2007, Amritapuri For the past month, barely a day has gone by without rain.\u00a0 Sometimes it comes unexpectedly, dark clouds on the horizon over the ocean.\u00a0 Other times, it lingers like a drizzle, occasionally turning into downpours.\u00a0 Day or night.\u00a0 Amritapuri is wet, muddy.\u00a0 Puddles linger in front of the cafe. We dodge [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-53","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ashram-diary"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=53"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=53"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=53"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=53"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}