It was a strange household, of which I now found myself a part. Downstairs, in one of the guard-rooms beside the front door, lived a monk [Swami Yogananda], whose severe austerities, from his youth up, had brought him to the threshold of death from consumption in the prime of manhood. To his room I used to go for Bengali lessons. In the kitchen behind worked a disciple of his and a Brahmin cook; while to us women-folk belonged all the above-stairs, with roof and terraces, and the sight of the Ganges hard by.
(REMINISCENCES OF Sri Sarada Devi by Monastics, Devotees, and others -
Compiled and Edited in Bengali by SWAMI PURNATMANANDA - Translated by MALOTI SEN GUPTA : P 110)
