A couple of weeks have passed. Today I am coming down from the first floor to leave my office at 5:00pm when I hear my office peon come running behind me with a letter in his hand, which is very unusual. In the office no one bothers about anybody’s personal letters. I take the letter from him--it is from the “Beloved of my heart.” I kiss it and open it with shaking hands.
It reads like this:
“Beloved Pushpa (my
name before I take sannyas)
Love. I am happy to receive your letters. Such longing for God is good because it is the totality of longing which becomes the way to reach him.
I am in Bombay on the night of the 17th, meet at 9:00pm, or I will be in Bombay again on the 21st, then you can meet at 3:00pm.
Where I will be staying, you can find from these four phone numbers.”
I am overjoyed
to read the letter. It is the seventeenth today, and I decide to see Him
tonight. I rush back to the office to make a phone call. while reading
the letter I thought: Why has He written four phone numbers? but this man
of awareness knows better! Three numbers don’t work, the fourth does, and
the woman on the other end confirms His arrival and gives me the address.
It is already 5:10pm. It is a matter of only four hours and I will be meeting
Him again. Time passes very slowly. Almost every five to ten minutes I
am looking at my watch, and curse it for moving so slowly. This waiting
seems like eternity.