EP 4

How delicate, how charming the memories of childhood; But how colorful they are!

Like Moripse! My first memories are flowers and flowers

They are sitting on the bill. Just like the old siblings!

I have always loved flowers. It gets very small, from that

Ghatka-Ghatka was looking at the flourishing garden visible from the palace.

That's it! Last night, I cried with O र sabo. I used to harass Yadasi who used to put me to sleep. Sometimes pinch, sometimes kick a tree, sometimes bite

Follow my instructions. ‘Bring all the flowers in the garden to my stage, then I will sleep’,

Asemi was called a maid. She smiled and told the other. By another

Applauding, he put it on the third ear. Of maids and servants

That was the subject.

My mother also appreciated my speech. She was standing in front of Baba

⡩ Hanali,

‘Our baby is going to be a great poet!’

Baba smiled and exclaimed,

‘Poet? What are you going to get as a poet? Poets in the world

That's all there is to it! But only heroic people can enjoy all these beautiful things to their heart's content.

Can. Your union must be a hero. They do not have one or two, but a hundred

You have to do it! Pravamaharaja, one of your predecessors in Japan

He had sung his bhajan in Assara. I have defeated God myself. Inderpadavar

I have enjoyed the joy of coming. This tradition must be carried on. "

I listened to Baba's conversation; But what do you know about that?

God bless you! Come on, parents, while praising my greatness

Mentioning the speech, I learned the words from it.

This is the memory of Anni. Mom will tell her again and again. My bow

At the end of the year, Baba decided to keep me in an ashram for a year. I went to the ashram

Let's face it, it wasn't a bad thing at all; But mother's love is blind, that's all

True. At the age of sixteen, I will be afraid of you, my mother is a child.

Like a child, the standing water in the doya was repeatedly refilled. She shook your head

Count the number of times the recipient's hand has been rotated by my toad.

Will not come. In Tipperary, he denounced his death. Then with a clear hand

She said

‘Yeah, I’m so worried about you, Dad! You are crazy Childhood

I used to get tired of seeing this hair in school. Once upon a time

Let the cold fly. When you see it, you shout in the broken box, 'Flowers, flowers!'

I covered you, Say goodbye; If not, you would have cut the flowers. '

Swallowing, she continued, "No matter how big Malu gets, she is still oily from her mother's point of view."

Keep living in the ashram! There will be Susari in the river, use it in the river

Will appear; Don't waste your life anywhere! '

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