July 29, 2015 Wednesday: Mother As I Saw Her (Being Reminiscences of Holy Mother Sarada Devi)
29-July-2015 (Wednesday)
Mother As I Saw Her – Swami Saradeshananda
The Mother as a Paramahamsa:
Mother’s Reaction to the Story of Dhruva – 2
Soon there came another incident. The five year old boy Dhruva was ready to go to the forest to invoke Sri Hari. For Suniti, her son was the only cheer in her miserable life. That son was not going to the forest leaving her alone. She argued with him to make him desist from his resolve, but Dhruva was adamant. The Mother’s heart melted at the sorrows of Suniti, as if she were Suniti herself, and her heart was bursting at the thought of letting her son go to the forest. Tears gushed forth in streams from her eyes. Dumbfounded, the readers and the others there watched this scene of woe with unwinking eyes. After a while when the Mother became her normal self, the reading continued. Dhruva took to the forest path alone. Tears again flowed from the Mother’s eyes. In that hazardous forest route, when Dhruva got much help through the grace of the Lord, the Mother’s heart became filled with joy, and a smile played on her lips. Later, on hearing how Narada appeared on the scene and gave right instructions to Dhruva, her joy increased. She said, “Just see how the Lord showers His grace – how he helps those who want Him!” The reading proceeded. There came the descriptions of Dhruva’s practicing severe austerities, the various fearful experiences that Dhruva underwent in that dense forest full of wild beasts. The heart of that small boy Dhruva was trembling with fear and he was crying alone, helpless. As soon as she listened to it, the Mother’s heart for filled with sorrow again. Taking Dhruva as her own little son, she shed torrents of tears at his predicament. It was only after much effort that she was able to control herself. The reader started his reading again. But on Dhruva’s picture coming before the Mother’s eyes the very next instant, she burst out crying again. Soon she became very much agitated as if her heart and soul were running to protect Dhruva in that deep forest at the dead of night. Those assembled, including the reader, were dumbfounded seeing this unique experience of sorrow. After some time they left the place quietly. The reading had to be stopped. Every heart there was steeped in sorrow – for whom? Who will answer?
[Mother As I Saw Her (Being Reminiscences of Holy Mother Sarada Devi) – Swami Saradeshananda. Translated by Prof. J. N. Dey. Sri Ramakrishna Math, Mylapore Madras-600004: p 176 – 177]
