From early morning people started flocking from the town to the Ashram, on the rumour that the Maharshi had passed away. Many of them came with tears flowing from their eyes, but became happy on seeing him in good health.
In the evening Sri Bhagavan tells everybody and jokes about it: “A man,” he said, “in the morning gave me his namaskar, and then told me of the rumour of my death. I asked him to see for himself” and chuckled. Today, being the Tamil anniversary of his arrival atTiruvannamalai (1896), some enemies of the Ashram played this practical joke. “God, forgive them for they know not what they do,” I thought to myself.