A lady from South Africa came and prostrated. The Master enquired about her welfare. She started weeping. She had lost her son in an accident.
"Do not weep. All here are your sons and daughters," assured the Master. The lady felt comforted.
A young woman, out to commit suicide, came and wept. Unmarried, she was yet carrying a baby. The Master did not gave her a sermon on ethics, but gave her a room in the Ashram, deputing an elderly woman, an inmate, to attend to her needs. When in due course the unwanted baby arrived, the Master thoughtfully passed it on to an issueless couple who had long been in correspondence with him over their singular misfortune.
Sri N. Ananthanarayanan
To be continued ...