I cannot eat meat

When I went with Eric for the first time to visit his parents, it was Thanksgiving and so they were all eating turkey. His mother was begging me to eat it, but I politely refused.

Then she said, “Had I been your mother, would you not have listened to my request?”

I replied, “Even if you had been my mother, I would not have listened to you. Your other requests I shall definitely fulfil, but I cannot eat meat.”

The second time I went with Eric to see her, she did not beg me to eat meat. Eric’s mother was like a real mother to me. I used to call her my mother. She was so kind to me. Her name was Caroline Hughes. She took me to quite a few stores. Some of her friends asked her, “Who is this?” Very bravely she said, “This is my Indian son.”

Eric’s father was practically lame. He had a television set and from his chair he pressed something and the television worked. I said, “How can it be?”

Now I have the same kind of remote control.

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Consulate years, Agni Press, 1996
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