" The doctor glanced at me belligerently.
I recalled with amusement that Master had justifiably compared
the man to a balky horse. Another seven days passed; the doctor,
suddenly ill, meekly consented to wear the bangle. Two weeks later
the physician in attendance told me that his patient's case was
hopeless. He supplied harrowing details of the ravages inflicted
by diabetes.
I shook my head. "My guru has said that, after a sickness lasting
one month, Dr. Roy will be well."
The physician stared at me incredulously. But he sought me out a
fortnight later, with an apologetic air.
"Dr. Roy has made a complete recovery!" he exclaimed. "It is the
most amazing case in my experience. Never before have I seen a dying
man show such an inexplicable comeback. Your guru must indeed be
a healing prophet!"
After one interview with Dr. Roy, during which I repeated Sri
Yukteswar's advice about a meatless diet, I did not see the man
again for six months. He stopped for a chat one evening as I sat
on the piazza of my family home on Gurpar Road.
"Tell your teacher that by eating meat frequently, I have wholly
regained my strength. His unscientific ideas on diet have not
influenced me." It was true that Dr. Roy looked a picture of health.
But the next day Santosh came running to me from his home on the
next block. "This morning Father dropped dead!"
This case was one of my strangest experiences with Master.
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