One time in Boston, 1970 or 71, I was sitting and chanting at three or four a.m. outside Srila Prabhupada's room in the hallway. He came out on his way to the bathroom and said, "Jai." Then later he returned and before entering his room he said, "Haribol." He appreciated my sitting there chanting japa.
The day before -- the day he arrived on the plane -- I was sitting in the same place outside his room while he was talking with a group of devotees in his room. I was chanting and I could see him through an opening in the door. I wanted his attention so I was chanting ardently. He half turned his head to me and rolled his eyes at me so that the whites of his eyes flashed at me. It was a supremely friendly gesture, and one that I have never seen anyone duplicate before or after. That far out glance filled me with transcendental pleasure.
Satyahit das
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