As our hackney carriage rattled along Upper Circular Road toward
Dakshineswar, my brother-in-law, Satish Chandra Bose, amused himself
by deriding spiritual gurus of the past, present, and future. I
noticed that Roma was quietly weeping.
[Illustration: Self-Realization Church of All Religions, San Diego,
California--see sandiego.jpg]
[Illustration: I stand with my two sisters, Roma (at left) and
Nalini--see sisters.jpg]
[Illustration: My sister Uma, as a young girl--see uma.jpg]
"Sister, cheer up!" I whispered. "Don't give your husband the
satisfaction of believing that we take his mockery seriously."
"Mukunda, how can you admire worthless humbugs?" Satish was saying.
"A SADHU'S very appearance is repulsive. He is either as thin as
a skeleton, or as unholily fat as an elephant!"
I shouted with laughter. My good-natured reaction was annoying
to Satish; he retired into sullen silence. As our cab entered the
Dakshineswar grounds, he grinned sarcastically.
"This excursion, I suppose, is a scheme to reform me?"
As I turned away without reply, he caught my arm. "Young Mr. Monk,"
he said, "don't forget to make proper arrangements with the temple
authorities to provide for our noon meal."
"I am going to meditate now. Do not worry about your lunch," I
replied sharply. "Divine Mother will look after it."
"I don't trust Divine Mother to do a single thing for me. But I do
hold you responsible for my food.
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