“I won’t come down until I see Radhanath Swami,” Sita yelled back from the tree top to her relatives who were pleading from below. Now their cocked up heads dropped into their hands: How on earth to get Radhanath Swami here, to this remote village?
Sita was abused, and so she had climbed a tree threatening to commit suicide. Eventually she came down. But when I heard of this incident, what amazed me was Sita’s trust in Radhanath Swami. The thought of Radhanath Swami was all that her anguished mind raced to, for safety.
Before returning to her village, Sita had worked as our house maid in Mumbai. She was 12 when we first saw her, a simple innocent girl. One Sunday when we were at Radhagopinath temple, she was with us as we met Radhanath Swami. “Who is she?” Radhanath Swami had asked. “She is our maidservant, Sita,” I replied. He glanced at Sita, a glance so gentle, and one that awakened faith and hope. In his simple unassuming nature he then said, “And I am her servant.” Sita’s eyelids fluttered and she bashfully looked downwards. Just that one statement had sown a seed of faith in her heart: here was a person who saw beyond who was rich or who was poor. In time that seed grew into an unshakable tree of faith that shaded her soul.
Later, even after she returned to her village, she never forgot him, and continued to follow his spiritual instructions.
–Dr. Girish Rathod.