October, 1944.
Bapu's usual mornings would start off with an early morning bath. And, before eating even a morsel, he would pray, and have the urine of cow.
"Manu, cow is our mother. It's not her urine that I drink. It's God's gift to Hindus. It's a mother's gift to her child. It's a spiritual thing."
I would simply admire the man, and feel blessed with crumbs of his vast knowledge and flawless philosophy. Bapu was rightly called "Mahatma".
He was beyond my frugal understanding.
Bapu's ways were magnetic, for me.
I had secretly started worshipping this great soul. My only wish was, to serve him, forever.
To be continued.....
Bapu's usual mornings would start off with an early morning bath. And, before eating even a morsel, he would pray, and have the urine of cow.
"Manu, cow is our mother. It's not her urine that I drink. It's God's gift to Hindus. It's a mother's gift to her child. It's a spiritual thing."
I would simply admire the man, and feel blessed with crumbs of his vast knowledge and flawless philosophy. Bapu was rightly called "Mahatma".
He was beyond my frugal understanding.
Bapu's ways were magnetic, for me.
I had secretly started worshipping this great soul. My only wish was, to serve him, forever.
To be continued.....
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