We were returning from visiting the Ramnagar Fort in Banaras, all of us together in a boat. From another boat nearby, we received the barfi offered as prasad from Devaraha Babaji.
One family member hesitated and said, “Who knows what kind of prasad this is? Let’s not eat it. At least one of us should avoid it, so if something happens, there’s someone left to tell the story.”
Just then, the boatman’s oar slipped into the river. He jumped in after it—chasing the oar, but no matter how hard he swam, it kept floating farther away. Meanwhile, our boat started rocking dangerously in the wind. None of us knew how to swim. Our lives were suddenly at risk.
Another person remarked, “See, we didn’t eat the prasad. This is the result of our lack of faith.” At once, all of us quickly ate the prasad, thinking that our lives could be lost anyway.
At that very moment, someone from the other boat jumped into the river to help. He caught hold of the oar and handed it to our boatman. Swimming fast, the boatman climbed back in before our boat could overturn. He regained control, and soon we reached the shore safely.
Even today, the taste of that prasad remains fresh in my memory.
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