In plain words
I used to wander about the hills and the hillocks. She would make many dishes, pack them in a tiffin carrier, and come searching for Me wherever I went. She had very great Prema for Swami. In the Dvāpara Yuga, Kṛṣṇa was born to Devakī. But the name of Kṛṣṇa's mother went to Yaśodā alone. In the same way Subbamma too gained a great name.
From childhood itself everyone looked on Me as a human being beyond the ordinary. ‘He is not an ordinary boy. He is one endowed with some divine power,’ they recognised. In those days all the children used to come running after Me. ‘What do you want? What do you want?’ I used to ask them one by one. One wanted a pencil, one a pen, another a peppermint; in this way each one asked for one thing. Everything they asked for I would take out of an empty bag and give. There was not a single naya paisa with Me. Yet as I kept giving all they asked for, the children would talk among themselves, ‘Where is all this coming from?’ Well then, is the mother giving something? If you ask that, she had not a naya paisa either. One day I put My bag aside and went inside. Those children searched the whole bag. Those children were no ordinary ones. They searched everywhere thoroughly. Not even a pin turned up anywhere. Then, grasping ‘Oho! All these are coming from somewhere’, they were filled with wonder. In this way, from childhood on, the children always went about with Me.
The slander the envious spread cannot shake ‘Satya’
By and by Swami's name and fame went on growing day by day. Because of that, envy too arose in some people. But on account of this envy, Swami's glory spread all over the world. Today people of every country and every religion come to Puttaparthi, joyfully celebrate their own festivals here, and go. In December many Christians gather here for the festival of Christmas. The Muslims too came and said, ‘Swami! We will hold our festival here too.’ I said, “All are one!” “The religions are many, the goal is one!