A READING from: "In The Company of The Holy Mother"
(available at all Vedanta Centres)
At evening, Mother sat with the vegetables to be dressed. Suddenly, the youngest aunt came to her and said, "It is you who have crippled Radhu by doping her with opium and are thus keeping her under your control. You don't so much as allow my daughter and my grandson to come near me."
"You may as well take away your daughter," said Mother. "There she is. Have I hidden her away?" After a few such exchanges, aunt's anger rose to white-heat. She rushed for a piece of fuel wood for belabouring Mother.
At this Mother screamed out, "Whoever there may be, the mad one is going to kill me."
When I rushed in, the wood was about to fall on Mother's head. I snatched it away and pushed aunt out of the main gate. Then shaking all over in a rage, I warned her not to enter that house again. In that momentary excitement, Mother too could not help uttering these words, "O mad one, what were you about? *That hand of yours will rot away."
* (Sadly enough, the words proved true in aunt's case. She was visited by a fell disease, lost her fingers, and died not long after.)
The sound of her (Mother's) words sent a shudder through her body, and she bit her own tongue with her teeth. She looked at the Master pitifully with folded hands and said, "Master, what is this I have done? Now what is the way out? A curse never escaped my mouth against anybody. That too happens at last! Why then should I be any more here?"
I stood stalk still at the sight of this infinite mercy.
(to be continued....)