As if I needed any more evidence that Americans are much more prone to drama (especially of the romantic sort), a New York Times article on romance at Vipassana (I can attest that this is certainly not the norm in India... although perhaps that is why they separate men and women.)
It's quite funny, really: falling in love (or rather, becoming infatuated with) with someone to whom you have never uttered a single word. It really does highlight all the stories that we create in our own minds.
Here's the article:
"Falling in love with someone in the meditation room happens so often that some Buddhists have a name for it: the Vipassana Romance (V.R., for short)."
The author writes about her friend: "On Day 1 she fell in love with a guy two pillows ahead of her because of the poetic way he draped his fingers. She spent hours imagining how she would seduce him. On Day 2 she planned out their wedding, deciding to serve both a vegan cake and a butter cream... By Day 4, she hated him. She deplored his hands; the fancy way he held his fingers struck her as pretentious. And just like that, her Vipassana Romance vanished."
It's quite funny, really: falling in love (or rather, becoming infatuated with) with someone to whom you have never uttered a single word. It really does highlight all the stories that we create in our own minds.
Here's the article:
"Falling in love with someone in the meditation room happens so often that some Buddhists have a name for it: the Vipassana Romance (V.R., for short)."
The author writes about her friend: "On Day 1 she fell in love with a guy two pillows ahead of her because of the poetic way he draped his fingers. She spent hours imagining how she would seduce him. On Day 2 she planned out their wedding, deciding to serve both a vegan cake and a butter cream... By Day 4, she hated him. She deplored his hands; the fancy way he held his fingers struck her as pretentious. And just like that, her Vipassana Romance vanished."
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