"She sings very nicely," he had said with a smile.
Jagattarini also noted how Prabhupada was always thankful for even the simplest of offerings. When she had polished and re-strung Srila Prabhupada's heavy brass karatals and sewn a new bag for them, Prabhupada had graciously accepted them, expressing genuine appreciation. "Oh, thank you. Very nice." And he had even complimented her on her sari.
That day Jagattarini got the opportunity to introduce her parents to Srila Prabhupada in the quiet of his room. Prabhupada reclined on one arm on his chaise lounge as Jagattarini's parents sat comfortably before him.
Prabhupada glanced down at Jagattarini sitting cross-legged on the Belgian-style rug. "So, this is your father and mother?"
Jagattarini looked up. "Yes, Srila Prabhupada."
Prabhupada smiled at her father. "So, your daughter will deliver you."
The man was a little flustered. "Oh, yes, we always knew she'd do something like that."
Prabhupada paused, his face expressing both concern and compassion. "Don't think that she's given up your service. She's doing the highest service. Because of her, so many generations back and so many forward will be liberated."
The couple listened attentively as Prabhupada described how, wherever he went throughout the world, parents would come and thank him for the positive changes that he had brought about in their children's lives. At the end of the meeting, Srila Prabhupada took off his fragrant garland and indicated to Syamasundara to give it to Jagattarini's mother, who was thrilled to receive the gift.
- From "The Great Transcendental Adventure" by HG Kurma Prabhu
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