In plain words
Jayamma sent me a telegram that said, “Today I am going to hell.” In those days the post did not come to Puttaparthi; they used to fetch it from Penukonda. However much I told them, her parents did not listen to my word. Yet her father was a man of great virtue indeed. Her mother too was a very noble woman. Bowing at my feet, she would pray, “May Easwaramma's virtues come to me, Swami!”
Well, Jayamma's wedding took place. I did not go there. Her husband was a very good man; he had studied in America, he was highly educated, and he worked as an officer in Rajahmundry. When I went to Rajahmundry, he served me a great deal. Wherever I wished to go, he kept the car ready. His name was Gopinath. “Swami! Keep me and Jayamma always at Your feet,” he would pray. I kept telling him not to be hasty.
After I came back from Rajahmundry, a telegram came that Gopinath had died. Jayamma shut the doors of her house and came away at once. In Brindavan she sat under a tree, wearing vibhūti. “Why have you put on this guise?” I asked. “I did not put it on; You Yourself did. If he were here, why would I wear vibhūti? Only because he is gone have I put on vibhūti. I will not go anywhere any more,” she said. Then I told Karunyananda and Ramabrahmam to go to Rajahmundry, pack her things and bring them back. I told Jayamma to teach English at the college in Anantapur. She is a great teacher. In the days of the British she won a gold medal in English. Later she studied Sanskrit at the Maharani College. But she was not satisfied.
“Swami! I must take a doctorate under Professor Gokak,” she said. I told Gokak. Jayamma worked with determination and earned her doctorate. From that day to this she has gone nowhere; she stays in Anantapur itself. Every Sunday she used to come here. “Jayamma! You must not waste time like this. ‘Duty is God.’ Do your own duty,” I told her. She has taken my command upon her head and lives by it.