Before I proceed to describe the progress of the labour dispute it is essential to have a peep into the Ashram. All the while I was in Champaran the Ashram was never out of my mind, and occasionally I paid it flying visits. At that time the Ashram was in Kochrab, a small village near Ahmedabad. A plague broke out in this village, and I saw evident danger to the safety of the Ashram children. It was impossible to keep ourselves immune from the effects of the surrounding insanitation, however scrupulously we might observe the rules of cleanliness within the Ashram walls. We were not then equal either to getting the Kochrab people to observe these rules or to serving the village otherwise. Our idea was to have the Ashram at a safe distance both from town and village and yet at a manageable distance from either. And we were determined, someday, to settle on the ground of our own. The plague, I felt, was sufficient notice to quit Kochrab. Sjt. Punjabi Hirachand, a merchant in Ahmedabad, had come in close contact with the Ashram and used to serve us in several matters in a pure and selfless spirit. He had a wide experience of things in Ahmedabad, and he volunteered to procure us suitable land. I went about with him north and south of Kochrab in search of land, and then suggested to him to find out a piece of land three or four miles to the north. He hit upon the present site. Its vicinity to the Sabarmati Central Jail was for me a special attraction. As jail-going was understood to be the normal lot of Satyagrahis, I liked this position. And I knew that the sites selected for jails have generally clean surroundings. In about eight days the sale was executed. There was no building on the land and no tree. But its situation on the bank f the river and its solitude were great advantages. We decided to start by living under canvas and having a tin shed for a kitchen, till permanent houses were built. The Ashram had been slowly growing. We were now over forty souls, men, women and children, having our meals at a common kitchen. The whole conception about the removal was mine, the execution was as usual left to Maganlal. Our difficulties, before we had permanent living accommodation, were great. The rains were impending, and provisions had to be got from the city four miles away. The ground, which had been a waste, was infested with snakes, and it was no small risk to live with little children under such conditions. The general rule was not to kill the snakes, though I confess none of us had shed the fear of these reptiles, nor has we even now. The rule of not killing venomous reptiles had been practised for the most part at Phoenix, Tolstoy Farm and Sabarmati. At each of these places, we had to settle on wastelands. We have had, however, no loss of life occasioned by snakebite. I see, with the eye of faith, in this circumstance the hand of the God of Mercy. Let no one cavil at this, saying that God can never be partial and that He has no time to meddle with the humdrum affairs of men. I have no other language to express the fact of the matter, to describe this uniform experience of mine. Human language can but imperfectly describe God’s ways. I am sensible of the fact that they are indescribable and inscrutable. But if a mortal man will dare to describe them, he has no better medium than his inarticulate speech. Even if it be a superstition to believe that complete immunity from harm for twenty-five years despite a fairly regular practice of non-killing is not a fortuitous accident but a grace of God, I should still hug that superstition. During the strike of the mill-hands in Ahmedabad the foundation of the Ashram weaving shed was being laid. The principal activity of the Ashram was then weaving. Spinning had not so far been possible for us. ~ A PEEP INTO THE ASHRAM


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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