To have a close association of a Mahatma is very rare in one’s life and to have an opportunity to do personal service to him is even rarer. I truly consider myself blessed for this chance, having been able to do whatever little seva that was possible by me. These few days will certainly remain as a fond memory for the rest of my life.
Read MoreI was telling them (the audience) that it is a wonder why we miss the source of everything we see, hear, touch and feel! How is it that we grasp only the external world, knowing fully well that the source of everything is right within each of us!
Read MoreAs Swamiji and some other devotees carried the armchair, Bābā was amused and he started shouting “Hari bol Hari bol”– as it is done in Bengal, but while carrying a dead body! The few railway staff present in the deserted station at that unearthly hour watched curiously the strange procession. Did they know that the reminder about mortality of the body was coming from an Immortal Soul while being carried by another Immortal Soul?
Read MoreOn the slope of the hill, opposite the last house of the village stood a thicket of sunflowers. It grew from a seed thrown by somebody who had passed by a long time ago. It was delightful to see the big leaves on stems as high as eight feet and flowers with brown seeds crowned by yellow petals looking like small suns, swaying in the breeze.
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