Once, the car in which the Master was travelling came to a halt on a trunk road. It was night time and the driver required a light to see what was wrong with the vehicle.
The Master immediately opened his bag and pulled out matchbox and candle.
The Master delighted in doing personal service.
If anybody came to him in the hot sun, he often fanned him and gave him some refreshing drink.
Sometimes he hastened to hold the umbrella over the head of a sick or aged person.
At other times he hurried to untie the bootlaces of stout or aged people, when they found it difficult to bend down.
To him no service was menial; all was sacred.
Sri N. Ananthanarayanan
To be continued ...