This evening at a quarter to seven, as I was going to the tennis court, I saw an elderly lady walking a big dog behind Jamaica High School. The dog was on a leash so I was not at all afraid of it.
The lady said to me, “Hi! Good evening.”
I said, “Good evening.”
She said, “Do you recognise me?”
I couldn’t recognise her.
Then she said, “You can’t recognise me? I know your name — Sri Chinmoy.” She said my name correctly.
I smiled at her and said, “Now tell me what your name is.”
She said, “Shame!”
What was I going to tell her? She knew my name, but I didn’t know her name. I have never seen her, but she knew me.
RB 880. 17 June 1985↩