Guest guest Posted April 29, 2004 Report Share Posted April 29, 2004 I can relate an amusing anecdote about Lakshmi, the Ashram cow. One evening when we had arrived at the Ashram late and the Maharshi and the devotees had already taken place in the hall, Jeanne, who was walking briskly ahead of Suzanne and myself, felt herself being firmly pushed out of the way from behind. She turned round indignantly to find herself face to face with Lakshmi, who was also in a hurry to reach the Maharshi. Her shed was quite a distance away but frequently she would come all the way to see him. She would go up the steps to the hall, tread carefully on the Cuddapah tiles worn smooth and slippery by the feet of the devotees, come up to the couch where the Maharshi was sitting and lower her head to receive his caress or place her head at his feet. Then she would turn and with dignity like an elderly devotee make her way out. .... Monica Bose The Hill of Fire Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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