In plain words
From the moment she rose at dawn until she lay down at night, everything was Swami's work, Swami's work! When I went out now and then without a word, she would wander all over the hills for Me, poor soul! She would put a tiffin carrier in a bag, put upma, dosa, vada and idlis in it, all of these, and bring it along. Once I asked, “Subbamma! What have you brought for Me?” “Swami, I have brought whatever you like,” she said. “Give Me a dosa,” I said. At once she put a dosa on a plate and handed it to Me. “This dosa is not good. Serve Me an idli,” I said. She served an idli. “I don't want this idli; serve Me upma,” I said. She served upma. From the moment she rose at dawn, she would cook all kinds of dishes for Me and wait. “Subbamma! I asked you so many questions only so that others would come to know of your Bhakti and surrender,” I said. “Swami, give me a little of what you have taken,” she asked, poor soul! Then I dipped an idli in chutney and put it in her mouth. In this way she spent her time joyfully in Swami's service until her last moment.
Kondamaraju too was a great devotee. Even at the age of 112 he would walk to the new mandir. “Why do you come like this? Cattle roam about on the way. If you fall, it is dangerous!” I used to say. “Swami, when you yourself are my support, what beast can come and knock me down?” he would say boldly. One day Kondamaraju clasped My feet. “Swami, you were born in our line. You have brought great fame to our line. But my birth too must be redeemed, must it not! So at my last moment you must pour water into my mouth,” he prayed. “I will surely pour it,” I said. He was overjoyed. He knew that after Swami has once given His word, He does not go back on it.
One day I went to his house. Seeing Me come, he called, “Easwaramma!” She came, saying, “What is it, Father?” “Today I shall not stay any longer.