"Sir, how do you happen to come here?" I felt baffled resentment
over his inexplicable presence.
"Everything is mysterious today! Less than an hour ago I had just
finished my bath in the Ganges when Swami Pranabananda approached
me. I have no idea how he knew I was there at that time.
"'Bhagabati's son is waiting for you in my apartment,' he said.
'Will you come with me?' I gladly agreed. As we proceeded hand in
hand, the swami in his wooden sandals was strangely able to outpace
me, though I wore these stout walking shoes.
"'How long will it take you to reach my place?' Pranabanandaji
suddenly halted to ask me this question.
"'About half an hour.'
"'I have something else to do at present.' He gave me an enigmatical
glance. 'I must leave you behind. You can join me in my house,
where Bhagabati's son and I will be awaiting you.'
"Before I could remonstrate, he dashed swiftly past me and disappeared
in the crowd. I walked here as fast as possible."
This explanation only increased my bewilderment. I inquired how
long he had known the swami.
"We met a few times last year, but not recently. I was very glad
to see him again today at the bathing GHAT."
"I cannot believe my ears! Am I losing my mind? Did you meet him
in a vision, or did you actually see him, touch his hand, and hear
the sound of his feet?"
"I don't know what you're driving at!" He flushed angrily. "I am
not lying to you.
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