This you tube forms part of my memories of Swami at the time I visited Prasanthi Nilayam during the early 1990’s. I remember so clearly the beauty and serenity of the old palm trees; the monkeys who threw coconuts at us as we sat waiting for Baba to appear from his temple home. I remember the zig -zag pathways leading to little grottos of peace within the ashram. The steep stone steps that led us to the meditation tree where people sat for hours just gazing over the Chittravarthi river. In those days there was only a small village called Puttaparthi, the original and almost stone age, and as Swami had known it as a child…….
The old mandir was still there. A shattered building with its primitive quarters. Although ancient it had a wonderful feel. The peace just perminated the inside hall and one thought that at any moment Swami would walk in. There were many interesting old photos and pictures hanging on the walls. All dusty and faded with age. I wish they had kept the old mandir, sadly they knocked it down to build a new one……….