I said, “Yes, I am tired.”
“How many miles?” she asked.
I answered, “Six and a half.”
She said, “Kidding? Don’t have to kill yourself. Don’t be a fool, honey.”
This was the first time I had ever seen her.
RB 45. 30 July 1979↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 1, Agni Press, 1979
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