In plain words
He spoke. So many officials, all of them, are coming to Swami. They get their own wishes fulfilled and go away. So many business people come. They talk over their troubles and losses with Swami, gain profit out of it, and go away. All the sick come. They have their illnesses cured and go away happy. Many come and study. They receive the free education Swami gives. And they go away. Who is able to see Swami's goodness? Who thinks of Swami's goodness? No one thinks of it. Swami falls any time at all. Guarding Swami's body is the duty of devotees, said Satyajit. He himself knows it too. One day I fell. A big pillar fell on Me. I do not care about it. They were very distressed. Having seen all this, he decided that someone must always be with Swami.... “My whole life must be offered at Swami's feet,” he said in public.... Each one has his own kind of aims. But those who have the feeling for the mother always have noble feelings alone. One day his mother broke her leg and had an operation. I should not say it, but to Me all are good, every one. Yet this boy has something special. When his mother came to Prasanthi Nilayam, he would take Swami's leave, go, press his mother's legs for a while and come back. Because walking was painful for her, he said he must do that service. In Brindavan itself, I was lying down in the afternoon. He came and was gently pressing My feet. “I have no pain at all,” I said. “Even when You are in pain, You do not say so. You go about so much. Let me press them once and go,” he said. “How did you come by this practice?” I asked. “I have the practice from doing this service for my mother,” he said. He pressed My feet. A little while later, Swami was not there. He saw it clearly. Then, after a little while, he was at Swami's feet again. All this was experience for him. “When I have known so much experience, how could I desire this world? I have no need of a worldly life,” he said.