A rumor reached me that great saints
blessed the region with their presence; I felt a strong desire to
see them. During a ramble one early afternoon, I was astounded to
hear a distant voice calling my name. I continued my vigorous upward
climb on Drongiri Mountain. A slight uneasiness beset me at the
thought that I might not be able to retrace my steps before darkness
had descended over the jungle.
"I finally reached a small clearing whose sides were dotted
with caves. On one of the rocky ledges stood a smiling young man,
extending his hand in welcome. I noticed with astonishment that,
except for his copper-colored hair, he bore a remarkable resemblance
to myself.
"'Lahiri, you have come!' The saint addressed me affectionately in
Hindi. 'Rest here in this cave. It was I who called you.'
"I entered a neat little grotto which contained several woolen
blankets and a few KAMANDULUS (begging bowls).
"'Lahiri, do you remember that seat?' The yogi pointed to a folded
blanket in one corner.
"'No, sir.' Somewhat dazed at the strangeness of my adventure, I
added, 'I must leave now, before nightfall. I have business in the
morning at my office.'
"The mysterious saint replied in English, 'The office was brought
for you, and not you for the office.'
"I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic should not only speak
English but also paraphrase the words of Christ. {FN34-3}
"'I see my telegram took effect.
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