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At the two-mile point two women were running near me. When I was passing by, one of them was so excited to see me. She said to the other one, “Do you know who that is?”

The other one said, “Who?”

O God, the first woman who saw me wouldn’t answer because I was coming very near them and she didn’t want me to hear. Perhaps she was afraid of the pronunciation, afraid that she would be embarrassed.

Then, when I was about five metres ahead of them, the lady said, “Sri Chinmoy.” But when I was running next to them, she wouldn’t tell her friend who I was.


RB 330. 12 July 1981