One day he was working in his garden. He was wearing very, very simple gardening clothes. A few middle-aged men came up to him and said, "Can you tell us where the chief is?"
He said, "Yes, I can. Just wait. I will call him." Then he went into the house, washed his hands, put on a panjabi and dhoti and came out and stood in front of them.
Some of them bowed down; some were shocked. Some felt miserable. "Oh, we thought you were just the gardener," they said.From:Sri Chinmoy,India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997
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