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

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

There was nothing within the store that Swamiji needed to purchase, however the subsequent day we went in. “Day-after-day I see you sitting right here,” he mentioned. “There are so few clients, what do you do all day? It should be lonely.”

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

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

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

After that, each time 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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