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“Tourists don’t know where they have been, travelers don’t know where they are going” – Paul Theroux.
We had booked the guest house for two days and were to drive to Mahabalipuram to explore the historic town and, if left with some time, visit Chennai. But, the place had mesmerized us to such an extent that if given an option, we would rather wrap up our lives from the illusive rat race and start afresh, right there, in the town brimming with art and marked by compassion, where wisdom is aimed for and, when achieved, is the only possession, where life is all that is. So, we decided to stay back and request Donata to let us stay for one more day. She agreed.
|Breakfast at Samarpan|
Travel not only treats you with splendid landscapes and diverse cultures, it gives you an opportunity to meet people who, in certain ways, touch your lives. I believe in the circle of life, that there is always a reason behind your coming across somebody at a certain point of time.
We decided to stay indoors for the rest of the morning. It is said, ‘Music is a healer.”but when already at peace, it is meditation. Music overwhelms you and a spring of emotions rush to your mind carrying you in a different state of awareness.
Time flew and it was noon. We were a tad hungry and had come across this small yet cozy place called Farm Fresh. The departmental store sold organic products inside and the sandwiches, burgers, organic pastries and fruits were served outside. The chefs, two young guys were diligently working towards providing the best eating experience to the guests. We ordered a Tuna sandwich and the honey-ginger-lemonade. Right across the road is Auroville bakery which is known for its fresh breads, croissants and quiches. We had our share of dessert with walnut and pineapple cake.
|The changing colors of the shimmering water|
By the time we came back, it started drizzling; we took a long walk on the beach. I have a strong affinity towards water bodies. They spawn confusions in my head and give me clarity at the same time. The sound of waves reverberates within me and the breeze feeds my soul. The waves kissed our feet just enough to greet us, inviting us to play with them with open arms.
“In my end is my beginning” – T S Eliot
Eating out in Auroville:
- Solar Kitchen
- Visitor’s centre cafeteria
- Dreamer’s cafe
- Farm Fresh
- Auroville Bakery
Apart from these, there are various options to eat in Auroville as well as on the way to the heart of Auroville.