In plain words
They talk with Me and go.
The Delight of God's Līlā
The day before yesterday in Prasanthi Nilayam, someone had a heart attack and was serious. At two in the night I left the body and went. The body did not come out until three in the afternoon of the next day. Many grew anxious: “Why has Swami not come? Why has Swami not come?” The boys who sleep there at night and the boys who sleep downstairs came up. They were weeping. Poor things. With them, Chiranjeevi Rao went and fetched Dr Alreja. Alreja has great Bhakti for Swami. He has been living in Prasanthi Nilayam for forty years. He came. He felt the pulse. He could find nothing. Unable to say anything, he wept. “Not one of the signs that should be in a body is there,” he said. Then Chiranjeevi Rao said: it is natural for Swami to leave the body now and then. “Say nothing to anyone,” he told the six boys. The six are very good boys. Right in Swami's college they passed their MBA, went to Delhi, did their training, and now work in the hospital as technicians. “We will go nowhere outside,” they said. They stayed right there. However much they were told, the boys could not bear it. They all came, fell at My feet and wept aloud. Then at once I came back, smiling. “What is all this drama?” I asked the boys. “Swami! Who is playing the drama, we or You?” the boys said. There is a boy called Srinivas. He passed in engineering, then passed his MBA, and stays right there. “All this is Your own līlā drama, not our drama,” he said. “They are all waiting outside. I must go,” I said. From the time I got up at dawn until three in the afternoon I had not drunk even water. “Drink some buttermilk at least,” they said. I told them I am not used to it. I came, bathed and went outside. Many things like this happen now and then; where I stay, My boys and all who live there know it. I have been showing, as direct proof, that a mother's Prema is like this. For one who has gained a mother's Prema, the whole of life is truly full of amṛta. That mother too must keep nourishing, in some measure, her son's noble feelings.