Maharshi is seriously occupied on a manuscript which he is correcting with Mr. Visvanathan, who sits down to carry out his instructions. Bhagavan is doing hard thinking.
Maharshi, while writing, listens to the music programme on the radio. He writes, as usual, resting the pad on his raised right knee.
Devotional songs are heard from Trichy on the radio by the Maharshi’s side. He reads a Tamil paper, apparently unconcerned. But those who know him guess that his whole attention is centred on the music, till he dozes off to the tune of the flute and the tabla.
“In sushupti (deep sleep) one enjoys a whole ocean of bliss like a king; whereas in the other two states the range of bliss is as wide as are the classes of men, from the king down to the penniless.”
The Maharshi is reading and talking in a cheerful mood. The white peacock strolls in, pecks a few of the grains placed for him by the attendant and walks off confidently to a short distance.