A READING from: "In The Company of The Holy Mother"
(available at all Vedanta Centres)
Page 163 - Chapter II
On Friday morning Shokaharan came to our Pataldanga house and said, "We are going to pay our respects to Mother tomorrow. Please be ready." I would see the Mother tomorrow! I could not sleep all night. It was the year 1911, and we had been living in Calcutta for fourteen or fifteen years. Did Holy Mother have compassion on me, then, after all these years?
The next afternoon I picked up (my sister) Sumati from the Brahmo Girl's School and went to pay my respects to Mother. I have no words to express the yearning and eagerness with which I went. When we arrived there I saw Mother standing at the doorway of her prayer room, in the house at Baghbazar. One foot was on the threshold and the other on the doormat beyond. Her head was bare, her left hand was raised and rested on the door, her right hand hung down, half her body too was uncovered and she looked ahead with fixed eyes. As we took the dust off her feet, she asked who I was. Sumati replied, "My elder sister." She had already been there a few times. Then Mother looked at me and said, "Look, dear, I am in such a fix! My brother's wife, my neice, Radhu - everybody is down with fever. I have no idea who is going to look after them, or sit beside them. But sit down, my child, while I go and wash these clothes."
(to be continued....)