"Get up, Sasi; what a commotion you make in other people's houses!
Return your sapphires to the jeweler's; they are an unnecessary
expense now. But get an astrological bangle and wear it. Fear not;
in a few weeks you shall be well."
Sasi's smile illumined his tear-marred face like sudden sun over
a sodden landscape. "Beloved guru, shall I take the medicines
prescribed by the doctors?"
Sri Yukteswar's glance was longanimous. "Just as you wish-drink
them or discard them; it does not matter. It is more possible for
the sun and moon to interchange their positions than for you to
die of tuberculosis." He added abruptly, "Go now, before I change
my mind!"
With an agitated bow, my friend hastily departed. I visited him
several times during the next few weeks, and was aghast to find
his condition increasingly worse.
"Sasi cannot last through the night." These words from his physician,
and the spectacle of my friend, now reduced almost to a skeleton,
sent me posthaste to Serampore. My guru listened coldly to my
tearful report.
"Why do you come here to bother me? You have already heard me assure
Sasi of his recovery."
I bowed before him in great awe, and retreated to the door. Sri
Yukteswar said no parting word, but sank into silence, his unwinking
eyes half-open, their vision fled to another world.
I returned at once to Sasi's home in Calcutta. With astonishment
I found my friend sitting up, drinking milk.
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