My Last Morning

The morning after I attended Mother Mitravinda's memorial, I was given the chance to dress the installed deities of her son, Ragunath. I asked Ragu if I could choose the outfit for Radha Madan Mohan, and he smilingly obliged. So I chose the outfit (above) that his mother had ingeniously created from the shorts of one of Shyamasundar's outfits from the temple. Mother Mitravinda would often engage me in helping her prepare to dress Their Lordships, and I remember often begging Mother Mitravinda to please bless me so that one day I would be able to dress Radha Shyamasundar upon the altar.

I spent several hours dressing Radha Madan Mohan, absorbed in meditations of how to serve more. When Ragu returned from his morning errands, he glanced over to Radha Madan Mohan and said, "Hm, I can't tell if They're beautiful from here, but I'll give you a call and let you know."

I just laughed. That's Ragu and his high standards for you.

Then Ragu told me that in his mother's final days, he had recorded many hours of her speaking her last words, feelings, and thoughts. Ragu let me listen to a recording of Mother Mitravinda wherein she mentioned me.

He searched for quite some time and then finally found the recording. Her words moved me deeply.

Paraphrase: "Oh Bhakti, don't cry. Don't worry, you'll be up there soon, dressing my beautiful boy and girl, Radha Shyamasundara."




p.s. Thank you Vijay for approaching me at the Festival of Inspiration and thanking me personally for these posts about Radha Madan Mohan.