Middle of India...somewhere...middle of a busy bustling city, middle of an outdoor park, the sun sets.
Warm breeze brings the smell of the hot city air. Brings peace. Brings quiet... Gurumayi speaks to an audience of thousands and thousands. I couldn't understand Hindi, so I'd wait for her to sing bhajans. I remember the power and glory of her voice when she would sing this incredible Gurjarati bhajan, "Eka Ja De China Gari." No harmoniums or tambouras were played to keep tune, yet Gurumayi's voice was more perfect than perfection. Just the melody of her voice. She would sing this bhajan at the top of her lungs. I felt her voice reverberate throughout the park, throughout the whole city, surely throughout the whole of India. Merging with the timeless sound of thousands of years past; of chanting, of the sadhana which sages and saints of years past performed in that very spot. This was the best sound in the whole universe! To this day, it is the echoes of Gurumayi singing this bhajan, which I will never forget.

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