The funniest thing was that a young girl, fatter than the fattest, used to sit on the threshold of this apartment building and she would not allow people to cross. I had to take three trains to come home from Manhattan at night and then absolutely plead with this girl to let me in. I was not the only one she did not allow to enter. And she did not even live in our building! How fat she was. Perhaps she had a disease. I never saw her eat anything but at home, God knows what she ate!
The fat sentry
Sri Chinmoy, My Consulate years.First published by Agni Press in 1996.
This is the 1151st book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.