Arundhati | Tamil Yogi

“Soman,” she said. “You are still weaving.”

When dawn broke, she left the house. Not in anger, but in utter clarity. Soman woke to find her paduka (wooden sandals) placed neatly at the threshold, and a note on a palm leaf: “Threads weave cloth, but the weaver is not the cloth. I am going to find the Weaver within.” arundhati tamil yogi

“I have walked twenty-five years,” she replied. “But only three days on my feet.” “Soman,” she said