Chapter 46 female yogi who never eats: “Sir, where are we going this morning? Mr
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Wright drove the Ford; he took his eyes off the road and looked at me with questioning eyes
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Every day, he hardly knows what new discoveries will follow in Bangladesh
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“The will of God,” I replied piously, “we are on our way to see the eighth wonder of the world – a saint whose food is thin air! “The miracle after Teresa Neumann
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“Mr
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Wright still smiles eagerly; he even drives faster
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His travel diary has added special content! This is not what ordinary tourists can see! We just left ranch school behind; we started before dawn
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In addition to the Secretary and me, three Bangladeshi friends went with us
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In the exciting air, we drink the natural mellow wine of the morning
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Our driver carefully competed with the farmer who got up early and the steers who slowly dragged the two wheeled ox cart with the yoke on their shoulders
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“Sir, we would like to know more about the story of the fasting saint
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“Her name is giri Bala,” I told my friend
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“I first heard about her many years ago from a gentleman scholar, Mr
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stiti LAL nundy
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He often came to our house on Cooper road to guide my brother Bi Xiu
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“I know Geely Barbara pretty well,” Stacy Babu told me
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“She uses a yoga method that allows her to survive without eating
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I used to be a close neighbor of nawabganj, near egapur
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I paid special attention to her, but I never found any trace of her eating or drinking
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I became more and more interested, so I went to meet with Maharaja in birdwang and asked him to lead the investigation
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He was very surprised and invited her to the palace
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She agreed to go to the test and shut up in a small room in the palace for two months
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Later, she went back to the palace for 20 days, and then came back to the palace for a third 15 day test
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Maharaja himself told me that these three rigorous observations made him believe that the virgin did not need to eat
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“The story that this sistibab told me has been hidden in my heart for more than 25 years,” I concluded
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“Sometimes I don’t know in America whether the torrent of time will devour the yogini before I can see her
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She should be quite old by now
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I don’t even know where she lives or whether she’s still alive
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But we will arrive in prulia in a few hours; her brother lives there
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At 10:30, we were chatting with her brother, lambadar dey, a lawyer from pruria
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“Yes, she is still alive
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She sometimes lives here with me, but now she lives in our hometown of biur
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“Lamba darbab looked suspiciously at the Ford
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“Dear Sir, I can’t think of any car that ever crossed the interior of India to bigul
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If you take the old bumpy ox cart, maybe it’s the best choice! We all agreed that the products from Detroit, the center of American automobile manufacturing, would be OK
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“This Ford is from America,” I told the lawyer
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“It would be a pity to deprive it of the opportunity to learn about the Bangladesh centre! “May Ganesh be with you! “Longbadar said with a smile
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He then said politely, “if you do get there, I’m sure Jill Barbara will be happy to meet you
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She is nearly seventy years old, but she is still in good health
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“Sir, please tell me if it’s absolutely true that she doesn’t eat anything? “I looked straight at the window of his soul
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“That’s true
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“His eyes were direct and respected
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“I’ve never seen her take a bite in more than 50 years
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If the end of the world comes suddenly, it won’t surprise me more than seeing my sister eat! We giggled at these two unlikely cosmic events
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“Jill Barbara has never looked for a secluded place to practice yoga,” continued longbadarbab
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“She has lived with friends and family all her life
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They are all used to her strange situation now
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If Jill Barbara suddenly decides to eat, they’ll all faint! My sister will not participate in social activities according to Indian custom after she is widowed, but we all know that she is a “special” woman in our small social circles in pruria and bigul
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The brother could see that he was very sincere
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We, a small group of people, thank him from the bottom of our hearts and set out for bigul
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We stopped to enjoy curry and round bread in the street restaurant, attracting a group of urchins around Mr
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Wright to watch him eat by hand in simple Indian style
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Everyone’s appetite is wide open, so they try to eat hard to meet this afternoon, which they didn’t know at that time, but later exhausted their energy
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We are now heading east through the sun dried rice fields into the bedawan District of Bangladesh
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Dense rows of plants along the road; striped at the neck, Robins’ songs pour out from the trees with huge parasol branches
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There is a strong contrast between the creaking sound of the axle of the ox cart and the whizzing sound of the tires on the high-grade asphalt road in the city
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“Dick, stop! My sudden request provoked a wave of protest from the Ford
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“That overloaded mango tree is inviting us out loud! “Our five children rushed to the ground full of mangoes, and the mango trees kindly dropped their ripe fruits
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“Many mangoes are born to be neglected,” I paraphrased, “and spoil their sweetness in the heartless land
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“Venerable, there is no such fruit in America, is there? “My Bangladeshi student, saliesh Mazumdar, laughed
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“No,” I admit, full of mango juice and contented
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“How I miss this fruit in the West! The Indian paradise without mango is incredible! “I picked up a stone and knocked down a fat mango that I was proud to hide on the highest branch
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“Dick,” I asked him as I stuttered on the delicious food
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The tropical sun was very warm
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“Are all the photographic equipment in the car? “Yes, sir; it’s all in the trunk
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“If Jill Barbara turns out to be a real saint, I want to publish about her in the United States
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An Indian woman yogi with such inspiring power should not live and die like these mangoes
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An hour and a half later, I was still walking in the quiet forest
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“Sir,” Mr
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Wright said, “in order to have enough light to take pictures, we have to get to Jill Barbara before sunset
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“He continued with a grin.” Westerners are skeptics; without any pictures, we can’t expect them to believe this lady! There’s no doubt about that; I refused the temptation and got in the car again.
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