1877
Dada: As soon as the five forhead like crowns were removed from the face of the Jyotirlinga, the lamps sprung to light. The light started radiating outwards. The doors of the temple began to open. Several invisible hands began ringing the temple bells.
His little sister ran after Dhunidraj in that courtyard surrounded by freshly limed walls. Dhundiraj entered the temple and stood there, quietly. Kamala was standing a little distance away, with her family. He picked up a piece of coal and said, 'Come, let me show you how I make a horse'. They both ran into the silence of the temple. He drew the horse without lifting his hand even once. He stepped back from the wall to look at the horse he had made. Behind him, Kamala looked on with astonished eyes.
When they turned back, his sister was complaining to Shivram. Sister: Look, Kaka has blackened the wall again. I can't stand this any more, is this a school yard? Dhundi got scared and said,' I won't do it again'. But Kaka said, 'It is beautiful' and it seemed like a unseen wave had turned the moment inside out.
Neelkanth leans against Sarasvati Bai where she is writing, and giggles. Sarasvati is half amused by his giggle but shushes him up, at the same time, her raised eyebrows ask him 'What?'
Neelkanth: He is Dhundi then why does he take his own name again and again?
Dada writes: The Initiation
Dhundiraj's father seated him on a rock and said, before going on his way
You must sit on this rock all day, without wandering away. Are you willing to do so? You will sit here and think about your home. You will recall the faces of all the people at home. Of your blood relatives only, not of friends and others. You will remember those faces and try to connect with them from within your heart. Alright? Come here once more tomorrow, and we will talk further.
Are you still missing home? Today's thought will go thus: Look yonder, where the mountain has met the sky. Look carefully at that sky and tell yourself this is the boundless. Beyond happiness or sorrow. The mountain is huge, but it is enclosed in lines, in a form. Think of your mind as the sky now, and of your thoughts as clouds perambulating in the sky. See it all like you have never before set eyes on it and ask yourself,' where are these thought-clouds coming from and where are they headed? '
On the ground, the wheat crop gets a shape as the studio flies further from it. It is T. A. Edison's face. The wind ruffles the wheat crop, a million little creatures fly out, buzzing.
Dada:
I heard one day that Lytton's parents were storytellers. I would not believe it. Maybe he thought all of India was just a story. That is why he dressed up in that animal fur the white men think they look handsome in. He looked like wolf gone wrong, at his special party, to celebrate the Maharani's coronation. They bathed in jewels that time, the countryside was dying.
Cylinders and sound recording/reproduction 1877
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[2] late nineteenth century, marathi literature
