Post by Amritha Varshini on Sept 26, 2015 6:54:16 GMT 5.5
During the meal I would pour Rasam (Pepper Water) into Bhagawan’s hands. He would sip it slowly and when his palms were empty, I would fill them again. One day he asked me to pour the rasam over the rice and go. He would not cup his hands as before. I thought I had offended him in some way and requested Santammal to find out reason. Bhagavan told her, “When she serves me, she makes others wait.” He disliked being given preference in any form.
Source – Ramana Smrti, by Varanasi Subbalakshmiamma “My Life, My Light”.