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Thursday, October 12th 2017

12:05 AM

Daily Reading

A READING from: "In The Company of The Holy Mother" 
(available at all Vedanta Centres)

Page 337

Swami Ishanananda:

Swami Prajnananda passed away at the 'Udbodhan' when Mother was in her sick-bed at Koalpara. Later on Mother came to learn on inquiry that Sudhira, his sister and Head of the Nivedita School, was present at his death-bed at the time, and that she sat there quietly. Hearing this, Mother said, "Alas! it would have been much better if she had cried aloud, for that would have lessened her grief a little. Now take care that she too does not fall ill. Her heart is already defective."

In this connection I remember another incident. I was then with Mother at Jayrambati. One day I sent a load of things from Koalpara through a woman and returned to Jayrambati at about ten o'clock in the morning. The woman took down her load and saluted Mother.

Mother asked, "Well, my dear good woman, why have you not been coming here of late?" Than the aged woman said, "Mother, I have fallen on evil days now.  Now I have to knock about at many places for food. The gentlemen at Koalpara cannot get at me easily even if they have to send any load here. A few days ago my young son who earned our bread died."

At this Mother said, "What a sad news, my dear!"  Her eyes became wet as she spoke. At the touch of this sympathy from Mother the old woman began wailing piteously. Mother too sat by her, and resting her head on a post of the veranda began wailing along with the woman.

Hearing this, the other ladies of the house came hurriedly there and stood silently at a distance at this touching sight. The emotion cooled down after a while, and the wailing stopped. Then Mother softly asked her young woman attendant to bring some cocoanut oil. When the oil came, she began to pour it over the old woman's dishevelled hair. After the hair had been oiled, Mother tied to the woman's cloth some mudi and gur, and while bidding farewill, said with wet eyes, "Do come again, my dear."

I could read from the face of the old woman the consolation she had derived from Mother's kindness.

(to be continued....)


 

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