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The Mysore Maharaja story


Once,  the Maharaja of Mysore visited the Ashram. He asked for a private interview.  Of course Bhagavan never allowed such a thing. Finally it was decided that the Maharaja  be brought in when Bhagavan was having his bath. Trays of sweets and other costly presents were laid at Bhagavan’s feet. For ten minutes the Maharaja just stood looking and then prostrated before Bhagavan. 
Tears flowing from his eyes made Bhagavan’s feet wet. He told Bhagavan, “They made me a Maharaja and bound me to a throne. For the sin of being born a king, I lost the chance of sitting at your feet and serving in your glorious presence. I do not hope to come again. Only these few minutes are mine. I pray for your grace”.

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