Related stories
Sri Chinmoy's students describe their inner and outer experiences.
I know where you are
Kamalakanta Nieves New York, United States
Meditation Nights at the Sri Chinmoy Centre
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
How my spiritual search led me to Sri Chinmoy
Vidura Groulx Montreal, Canada
No Fear, Only the Heart’s Concern
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Spiritual Friends
Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Seeing the God inside my son
Utsahi St-Armand Ottawa, Canada
A Mountain Meditation
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
Bhutan, A Country Less Travelled...
Ambarish Keenan Dublin, Ireland
The very first time I heard about my spiritual Master
Banshidhar Medeiros San Juan, Puerto Rico
Now you are in the boat
Kaushalya Casey Toronto, Canada
The first time that I really understood that I had a soul
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New ZealandSuggested videos
interviews with Sri Chinmoy's students
Humorous moments with Sri Chinmoy
Toshala Elliott Auckland, New Zealand
A childhood meeting with Sri Chinmoy
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
An airport meditation experience
Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
How can we create harmony in the world?
Baridhi Yonchev Sofia, Bulgaria
My typical day
Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
How I became interested in meditation
Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
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.
