When I was a little boy, I was so proud of signing my name to prove how great I was. Alas, I never realised that there would come a time when I would have to sign my name eight hundred times in a row! And my attendants kept giving me wrong information. They said there were only fifty people to go. Fifty by a magical touch became eighty! Every time they gave me a figure, the number only increased out of the blue! My wrist did not ache, but my shoulders were aching.
The line went on and on. What an experience for me, this signing of books! The bookstore manager was very, very pleased. He said it set a record.
6 June 2001From:Sri Chinmoy,The Canvas of Time, Madal Bal, Czech Republic, 2019
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