be so sorrow stricken; perhaps even angry with me for causing the destruction of her expected little one! Can the cracked eggshell be pieced together again? Let us try!” He then put a wet cloth around the egg and said, “I hope Arunachala will save me from this sin.” He put it back and every few hours he would come and change the wet cloth. After seven days, he saw that the crack had healed and said, “Look! What a wonder! The crack has closed, and so the mother will be happy and will hatch her egg. Arunachala has freed me from the sin of causing the loss of a life!” One fine morning, the egg hatched and the little young one came out. With a gleeful face, Bhagavan took the chick in his hand, caressed it with his lips, stroked it with his soft hands and passed it on for all to admire.
Once, TKS narrated to me a special dimension in Bhagavan’s solicitude: “Bhagavan’s solicitude towards the wives of those serious seekers who chose to be with Bhagavan at Arunachala and serve him, was extraordinary.” He referred to many incidents that took place in the lives of Muruganar’s wife, sub-registrar id my mother Nagalakshmi. In that light, he unfolded a page from his life’s book. TKS had losf his wife, ing him with a son. This plunged him deeply into spiritual striving. But, his elder im to marry again. TKS stoutly refused. One day, unable to deal with their continued Bhagavan’s presence. Bhagavan was up on the hill. Looking at him, Bhagavan said, “Allow life t its own course. Do not resist. All will be well at the end.” He further added, “When one is directly under the sun, can darkness ever creep in?” TKS agreed to marry again. His second wife bore him two children. Bhagavan was extraordinarily kind to TKS’s second wife, paying special attention to her whenever she happened to be in his presence. TKS told me that many of the scholar devotees and affluent devotees ignored him. He reasoned it out by saying, “Perhaps, their dislike was due to my being very poor and not possessing any academic qualifications. They used to openly insult me saying, ‘After all, you are only a school teacher!”” When | became morose and sad on hearing this, TKS patted me on my back and said, “Bhagavan always treated me with extraordinary love, affection and care. Can there be a more fulfilling treatment meted out to me than Bhagavan’s solicitude?”
In 1933, at the age of thirty six, TKS still felt incomplete. So he prayed to Bhagavan, “Bhagavan, show me your real form.” Bhagavan said, “Sit down there,” and directed his glance of grace. TKS’s Heart opened, and