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His Loving Remembrance of Every Service



In 2013, Guru Maharaj stayed in Goalpara for a few months while construction was going on. One family person came to Guru Maharaj whom I had never seen before. He stood in front while Guru Maharaj was overseeing the construction that had been taking place there.

I said, "Prabhuji, just stay to the side – after a short time, you can see Guru Maharaj."

When I spoke, Guru Maharaj turned towards us and said, “Arrey! When did you come?”

Guru Maharaj began caressing him. Although his age was in his fifties, Guru Maharaj showed him so much affection and he could not stop crying like a child.

Guru Maharaj told us later that he had been a brahmachari previously and had rendered so much service. At this time, Guru Maharaj was 89 or 90, an age that ordinary people have so much trouble remembering things, but he remembered that person's small service from so long ago.

Any little service one performs, Guru Maharaj loves that person so much. He never forgets it. That prabhu could not stop crying.

—Prahlad Das, Kolkata





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