The three sides of Sadananda Sadhu's ashram are like Tapoban. There is a river on the other side. However, the Tapoban was not built around the ashram, the place has been built as the place looks as secluded and peaceful as the Tapoban. What will be the age of the ashram, not more than five years. Some of the tallest trees in Tapoban have been in dense shade for more than a century.
Not all of Tapoban is the property of the Ashram. As can be seen from the documents, the amount of land in the ashram is close to one bigha. Tapoban is much wider দশ ten times the land of the ashram if you hold the huge Kalabagan near Basupur in the north and the larger mango orchard scattered randomly up to Banipara in Satuna in the south. However, the boundaries of the ashram are better without documents. Whether it is shown anywhere or not, so the forest, the upaban, the mango orchard, the orchard, all seem to be the tapoban of the ashram.
East of the river.
This sub-branch of a tributary is affectionately called Radha by the locals, perhaps, Radhai has now become an ikara with the excess of affection.
Big wonder river. Lives and dies every year. As the black clouds in the sky froze, people could not find a way to stop the flow of water without repairing the rice husks and the husks of the umbrellas. Suddenly, a stream of muddy water appeared in the Radhai river. The sand that has been heated in the sun by holding the comas, it is covered with sand, the water which was rotting in some places, is washed away. Everyone looks at the sky in amazement, once at the fast-flowing life of the Radhai river. The matter seems to be a big mystery to everyone. How much rain has fallen, except for a few days in the rain until the roads are well wet. No water has risen in any pond, no water has accumulated in any string. Where did Radhai get so much water?
Where in the distance there has already been a heavy rain, which big river has brought that water to which tributaries, and which tributaries have given them the appearance of youth in this river, how many more mysteries are there. Everyone is amazed to see the dead river in front of their eyes.
On the very bank of the river there is a huge chalatai. In the afternoon, the devotees of Sadhuji gather. Everyone in the ashram is present, many come from nearby villages, even from distant villages and cities. Sadananda also gives philosophy to everyone, he also listens to the psychological interpretation of philosophy.
This time, the day the first current appeared in the river Radhai, it was about non-violence and love. As he spoke, Sadananda suddenly became silent. He stared at the current of the river with unblinking eyes in such a way that there was no way for anyone to understand, he had become oblivious. There was no talk today. Whose words are cut in the mind, smeared like honey, humming like honey, thrilled while listening to it, today as if there is no emphasis on his words, there is no melody কত only a few dull, bitter words are serving. Everyone is relieved to feel the cause while feeling uncomfortable. That is why Sadhuji is distracted today. Sadhuji did not mind the words.
The men remained silent, and the girls whispered. There is no separate arrangement for men and women to sit here, Sadananda acknowledges the difference between men and women, does not accept the need to keep them separate. Among those who sat in this meeting, there were no young and old, no male and female. At least, so instructed Sadhuji. Yet, the girls sit side by side in groups, trying to bridge the gap, but the men are never seen. Not even if there is a lack of space under the shed.
A small area near the shed has been cleared by cutting down trees, there is no shade of trees here. Tapoban's head is dangling and the sun is falling on the girls' sitting place, the sun is shining brightly here. Everyone is drenched in sweat, but no one has the courage to sit in the shade. A young widow, whose complexion is pale, her face is red like vermilion, and she is leaning on the veil-drawn boutique beside her in a shameless manner. Either fainted or not.
Sadananda looked at the river anxiously and said, Bipin, the sun is shining on the girls.
Bipin Sadananda's friend, disciple and general manager of the ashram. One day he is happy. He was called by name and used to laugh. Nothing can come of it if you do it in secret, but always in public for fear of making a sudden mistake in front of ten people.
He maintains the shell of discipleship.
Bipin folded his hands and said, what shall I do, Lord?
Arrange for shade.
Lord.