Adjoining to the foyer of the lodge the place Swamiji and some of us have been staying there was a small jewellery retailer. For hours each day, a lady sat alone behind the counter.

“I by no means see any clients in there,” Swamiji stated.

There was nothing within the store that Swamiji wished to purchase, however the subsequent day we went in. “Every single day I see you sitting right here,” he stated. “There are so few clients, what do you do all day? It have to be lonely.”

She appeared startled to be addressed in such a private approach, then touched by his kindness.

“I learn,” she stated. “I’ve a bit paperwork to do.” Her voice trailed off. “It’s lonely,” she stated. Her eyes full of tears.

Swamiji provided no phrases of consolation; he was silent and nonetheless. I used to be standing subsequent to him, and abruptly I used to be enveloped in an increasing sense of pleasure, emanating from him. He was reaching out to her together with his spirit. Immediately her eyes shone with happiness. When Swamiji noticed she had obtained what he had come to present her, he wished her nicely, and we left the store.

After that, at any time when he glided by, Swamiji would greet her by way of the window. Usually, then, she would come to the doorway and watch him till he was out of sight. Simply seeing Swamiji appeared to ease her loneliness.

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