AT ONE time I was staying at Kamarpukur when Shivaram1 was four or five years old. One day he was trying to catch grass-hoppers near the pond. The leaves were moving- To stop their rustling he said to the leaves: “Hush! Hush! I want to catch a grass-hopper.” Another day it was stormy. It rained hard. Shivaram was with me inside the house. There were flashes of lightning. He wanted to open the door and go out. I scolded him and stopped him, but still he peeped out now and then. When he saw the lightning he exclaimed, “There, uncle! They are striking matches again!”
The Paramahamsa is like a five years old child. He sees everything filled with consciousness. (161)
- A nephew of the Master. ↩︎