My Morning Friends
About three months ago, while I was walking, a young boy came up to me and said, "Are you Sri Chinmoy? Please, please, wait for my sister! My sister has to see you."I waited and waited, but his sister was not coming. How long could I wait? Finally, his sister appeared. She was about fifteen years old, and she was extremely shy. She looked at me and we had a little conversation. She was so happy to see me.
Then I went on my way. I made a turn and came back. Then I saw the same brother and sister with their mother. The mother was about to take the children somewhere in the car. All of them folded their hands when they saw me.
11 December 1998 Hawaii
Sri Chinmoy, The Canvas of Time, Madal Bal, Czech Republic, 2019
