Prasanna sat at the altar, tears streaming from his eyes. Though the ticking clock announced the time as 2:30 in the wee hours of the morning, he was wide awake. There was a gnawing emptiness in his heart that did not seem to go away irrespective of what he did. He looked at the golden framed picture that formed the centerpiece in his altar. It was a photograph of Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba taken by his great grandfather, more than hundred years ago, in 1990.
Swami looked vibrant and alive in the photograph. He had that all-knowing smile on His face and His eyes followed Prasanna wherever he moved in the room. They seemed to look deep into his own eyes, into the very core of his being.
|Kuber seemed to die out of a poverty of God's grace than the loss of wealth.|
|Maithri lost everyone but she sought only God. Yet, why didn't she get Him?|
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|Were Vibhuti's tears all in vain? Could not God see her pining and love? Why then did he allow her dignity to be lost?|
|Mind can never adequately comprehend Divine Love.|