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<strong>Talks</strong> <strong>with</strong> <strong>Sri</strong> <strong>Ramana</strong> <strong>Maharshi</strong><br />

December He used to fold up the legs, place his head between his legs<br />

and remain there <strong>with</strong>out moving. Early in the morning the layer of<br />

dirt on His body was soaked <strong>with</strong> dew and mist and appeared white.<br />

After drying up in the sun it appeared dark.<br />

8. When living on the Hill <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan used to help in the pooja of<br />

J. P., ringing the bell, washing the vessels, etc., all along remaining<br />

silent. He also used to read medical works, e.g., Ashtanga Hridayam<br />

in Malayalam and point out the treatment contained in the book for<br />

the patients who sought the other sadhu’s help. That sadhu did not<br />

himself know how to read these works.<br />

Talk 358.<br />

12th February, 1937<br />

A SCENE IN THE HALL<br />

It is 8-20 p.m. <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan has returned after supper and stretched<br />

Himself on the sofa. The light is dim; there are three men sitting on the<br />

floor; one is busy copying something from a journal; another is wrapt in<br />

meditation; and the third is looking around, having nothing to do. The<br />

hall is silent but for occasional clearing of the throat by <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan.<br />

Madhavaswami, the attendant devotee, slips in noiselessly <strong>with</strong> a sheaf of<br />

betels in hand. He moves to the table. <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan who is reclining on the<br />

sofa, sees him and calls out, yet kindly; “Sh, Sh; what are you doing?”<br />

The attendant softly murmurs, “Nothing”, leaves the betel there and<br />

fumbles hesitatingly.<br />

M.: “I do not want it.” (The attendant softly settles down on the floor).<br />

<strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan: “Kasturi Pill - one after another, every day. The bottle<br />

will be empty - and more is ordered. I don’t want it.”<br />

A devotee skilfully blames the olla podrida () of the<br />

day-meal for the indifferent health of <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan.<br />

M.: “No - no - It was well made. It was good.” silence, but for expectoration<br />

and eructation. After a few minutes, the attendant slips out and returns<br />

<strong>with</strong> a bottle in hand, goes near <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan and stretches out a pill<br />

saying: “Cummin seed-pill”. <strong>Sri</strong> Bhagavan softly murmurs, “It contains<br />

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