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A 40-Year Blessing
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My first Guru
Adarini Inkei Geneva, Switzerland
All I needed was the Supreme, and I would always win
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You only have to keep your eyes and ears open
Gannika Wiesenberger Linz, Austria
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
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Love, devotion and surrender
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My evolving relationship with my spiritual Teacher
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
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'Everyone is feeling nothing but love'
Suren Leosson Reykjavik, Iceland
Growing up on Sri Chinmoy's path
Aruna Pohland Augsburg, Germany
Life is full of charming and also poignant moments. Yesterday for example I was buying a few vegetables at my local Asian supermarket, a ramshackle and unkempt affair bustling with Thai, Korean, Chinese and Polynesian people jostling over bargains and loose pallets of apples, mandarins, grapes, fresh coconuts from the islands. I managed to add a last enormous bunch of perfect and cheap bananas to my basket then queued up at the checkout. Behind me an Indian lady was wrestling with armfuls of groceries and dropping first a bag of apples then her money then a whole bag of Chinese gooseberries to the floor. They burst from their bag and spilt across the aisle like golden marbles and several of us began to help the poor lady recover them. To reassure the lady that all was well I said to her, "Where are you from?" She said, "My name is Farina and I have just come from India." Then she asked me if there were any more bananas in this place, they were her favorite fruit, but I said there were not.
