It’s Day Four of my week at the ashram. White-clad guests carry boxes down the stairs. The library which had been up in E2 suddenly reappears in the room near the lobby. E2 is emptied. Karma yoga time brings more shuffling and movement. Garden work is abandoned. Bits of bed are lugged upstairs. Mats, lamps, pictures, mirrors, statues follow. In an aura of reverence, E2 is converted into a super suite.

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