A READING from: "In The Company of The Holy Mother"
(available at all Vedanta Centres)
30 July, 1918:
Swami Premananda expired today, I went to see Mother in the evening.
"So you have come, my dear, sit down," she said mournfully. "My Baburam left us today. I have been shedding tears from the morning." She began to weep, "My Baburam was so dear to my heart. All the strength, faith, and reasonableness of the Math had taken shape in my Baburam and lighted up the banks of the GangA. Baburam's mother came from a family without any male heirs, and she inherited her father's property. She had grown a little proud. She herself once said, 'I wore gold jewellery on my arms and at my waist and considered myself better than the rest of the world.' She died leaving four children, one had predeceased her."
A little later I saw Mother rest her head at the feet of a large portrait of the Master, hanging on the south wall of the central room and cry pathetically, "You took him, Master!" She sopke in heart-rending tones and I felt close to tears. Meanwhile Golap-Ma was seriously ill.
(to be continued....)