One day when I was in Pondicherry recently, I was running near the Bay of Bengal. A little Tamil boy said to me, “Sir, you will not be allowed to run here tomorrow.”
I asked, “Why?”
He said, “Because you are running too slowly!
I said to him, “All right. I will not come this way tomorrow. Tomorrow I will go to some other place.”
Then he said, “No, come here! No matter how slowly you run, come here. I like you.”
All this was in Tamil.
RB 861. 28 March 1982↩