An Old Love Revived
by Mahatama dd
While staying in Stratford, Connecticut, employed as a care-giver, I try to go out every weekend to do some book distribution. Sometimes I went to New York City with some Gitas. One cold morning I arrived at the Metro North Station in Stratfordand and spotted a nice young Indian gentleman. My first thought was "He could be a good prospect to receive a Gita." But then I noticed he was smoking a cigarette, so I decided to wait for a while, not wanting to approach him while he was doing that. I kept walking and sat down on the next bench I found. I forgot about the Indian gentleman and started planning my day in NY.
All of a sudden the Indian fellow came up to me and asked me about the next train. "Oh," I said, "it will be here in few minutes. But actually I wanted to talk to you." I then presented the Gita to him.
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