The rainstorm

While I was walking that third morning, it was drizzling at first. Then, after I had covered 400 metres, it began raining heavily. I said, “Since it is raining heavily, I hope she does not follow me.”

O God, she followed me! But I was lucky because she was 20 or 30 metres behind me. I did not pay any attention to her. Then I had to take shelter under the shade of the Ashram press. She also came and stood there.

Another time, I was standing under a big tree with many huge branches. A few seconds later, she arrived and stood under the same tree. I said, “God, You are so unkind to me!”

A third place I took shelter was at the end of one mile. It used to be Alo’s place when she stayed in the Ashram. It has an area where you can come out of the rain. When I went there, the crazy lady followed me. It was too much, too much!

When I was coming back, the rain would stop for two or three minutes and then again it would start raining heavily. It would not even drizzle first but all of a sudden it would rain heavily; then again it would stop. Still the lady was bothering me. Finally I said to her, “If you harass me, if you bother me in this way, I am going to cancel my appointment.”

She said, “Oh no, I will not bother you.” But she did not keep her promise.