The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
his very flesh transcendental.
While I sat by him seeing the performance in the
second row, before us, there was a whole row of
Japanese ladies of aristocracy, in their picturesque
Kimonos and their gorgeous obis, in their superb
head-dressing, and a whole row of their snowy
necks.! I stole a glance at this picture of living
beauty, and I half thought in my mind what the
Swami would say if the thieves of my eyes were
caught red-handed!
"Puranji! How this row of necks looks like the
silver threads of so many Gangas flowing out of
the black tressy rocks!" he remarked, as if he
supported the poetic theft of my eyes.
When we came out, it was very late at night and
we could get neither a rickshaw nor a tram-car.
Swami started on foot and we followed. He was a
great swift walker and hardly could we all keep
pace with him.
Every evening, people gathered round him, the
Indians and the Japanese, and listened with rapt
attention to what he said; only I sat in wild fervour
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