The Sunday Express editorial described Panchabhuta Lingas this time - obviously, one of them was Akasha Linga - denoting space - Chidambaram Natarajar - who anyway has been my fantasy over the last couple years - there are several instances - life instances - when I needed affirmation from Natarajar, and I would see Him manifest through situations timed just perfectly right - after all - like our dear Nandhanar sang, Yen Appan Allava, Yen Thaayum Allava.
Anyways, through some home rearrangement and general decluttering efforts, our Natarajar at home, found His way on my work desk. Appa had kept Him safe in the pooja room, in the right direction.
Unlike Appa, I have zero sense of cardinal directions - except East and West, thanks to the Sun. I can only give directions with either left or right, and nothing beyond that. Appa's aptitude in topography was brilliant and beyond a point, perhaps annoying - because it wouldn't make any sense to a person who just knows left and right. He would speak geographical terms like second nature and utter words like furlong, when all I know is a few steps!
And so today, when waking up, I saw a golden paint in the sky and determined quickly that it was the East, that's a nobrainer. Well although it's a nobrainer, the mistake is, to not stop by, and take note of a simple sunrise through your own home's window. You don't really have to go to a fancy beach for getting clicks of the sunrise, making up for a social media feed. This is why we're not able to tell which is the East in your own house, because we just don't notice.
Why was I looking for the East anyway - I wanted to my Natarajar, east-facing. Last night, I used the Compass app in my phone while placing the Natrajar, and it told me He was already east-facing. Today, the golden paint on the sky gave me a confirmation at 6.30am. Except Appa isn't physically around to appreciate my common sense - He's there with me as my moral compass, from all directions possible.
