The car pulled out of the airport terminal into the dense Mumbai traffic. I was now driving at snail’s pace with inches separating our vehicle from four vehicles on four sides. What could be more chafing for a driver? On top, my only passenger started to cough. With an air of annoyance I suggested, “Your health seems bad. You should take some rest now.”He replied, “Yes,” as I, through the rear-view mirror, saw him slightly nod in approval. Finally we reached the destination and my passenger patted my back and smiled graciously. His affection somehow pulled out my heart, but I didn’t know who he was. Being a newly appointed driver at Radha Gopinath temple, I hadn’t identified its spiritual head — Radhanath Swami.
I still regret for my impertinent suggestion on that drive, while I wonder how he could react the way he did. Even a trace of ego, if it were present in him, wouldn’t have let his stature remain inconspicuous to me: it would have pushed him to either retort in anger, or atleast hint me of his identity
–Daruk
Driver at Radha Gopinath Temple
53 replies on “The Mysterious Passenger”
That a humble saint only could do.
thank u for sharing this …hari hari ..Maharaj is really Humble.
Hari Bol!