Buying the Post³³

Last week I went to a candy store and bought the Post. It was not the Enquirer so luckily I was saved! My disciples always tell me I should not be seen buying the Enquirer, although reading it always amuses me. As I was buying the paper, a man with a moustache and beard asked me, “Are you Sri Chinmoy?”

I smiled at him.

He continued, “Are you really? I have come to your meditations at PS 86 on Parsons Boulevard.”

I was carrying a bag over my shoulder, so he said “Now you are carrying a bag.”

I said, “Now you see the difference from the way I am at meditation.”

He said, “No difference!”

While I was paying for the newspaper, he was telling the shopkeeper, “He is Sri Chinmoy.”

When I was coming out of the store, he was still gazing at me.