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Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
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Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
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Shankara Smith London, United Kingdom
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Kaivalya, Devashishu and Sahadeva Torpy London, England
Filled with deepest joy
Tirtha Voelckner Munich, Germany
A love that was thick like butter
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
In the Right Place, At the Right Time
Eshana Gadjanski Novi Sad, Serbia
In the middle of an ocean of love
Bhadra Kleinman New York
A Truckload of Humanitarian Aid Sails through Customs
Arthada Platzgummer Vienna, Austria
The Ever-Transcending Goal
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Meditation: Touching The Infinite
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
My Life with Sri Chinmoy: a book
Tejvan Pettinger Oxford, United Kingdom
The happiest I've ever been
Gabriele Settimi San Diego, United StatesSuggested videos
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Nayak Polissar Seattle, United States
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Subarnamala Riedel Zurich, Switzerland
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Florbela Caniceiro Coimbra, Portugal
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Prachar Stegemann Canberra, Australia
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.
