Love manifests through action, manner, and feelings. A real lover always takes the position of a giver; the lover enjoys giving everything — body, mind, possessions, wealth — to the beloved. Like his cousin Sharat, Shashi was not well-to-do. He knew that the Master was very fond of ice, so he bought a big piece and carefully wrapped it with paper and then with a towel so that it would not melt. He walked over six miles from Calcutta to Dakshineswar. It was a hot summer day and the scorching sun blistered his body. When the Master saw him, he began to say, “Ah! Ah!” as if he were in pain. When Shashi asked him what was the matter, the Master said that as he looked at Shashi’s body, his own began to burn. The Master was overwhelmed by Shashi’s sincerity and love. Strange to say, the ice did not melt at all on the way. (Source: God Lived with Them)
Extract from “Sister Nivedita: Notes of Some Wanderings with the Swami Vivekananda”
(August 12th and 13th)
The Swami had now taken a Brahmin cook. Very touching had been the arguments of the Amarnath sadhus against his willingness to let even a Mussalman cook for him. “Not in the land of Sikhs, at least Swamiji:” they had said, and he had at last consented. But for the present he was worshipping his little Mohammedan boat-child as Uma. Her whole idea of love was service, and the day he left Kashmir, she, tiny one, was fain to carry a tray of apples for him all the way to the tonga herself.
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