ABSTRACT
During the Darshan in the hall, there is usually no one between me and Maharshi’s couch, which means that I can contemplate his eyes with no obstacles between, their gaze being generally turned in my direction, and usually looking straight ahead. At first I lacked the courage to look intently into the face of the Sage. Perhaps this shyness was the last vestige of those worldly habits which do not permit a well-behaved person to gaze insistently into the eyes of another. There may also have been another reason: my intuition was whispering that those eyes saw infinitely farther than ordinary human eyes, which meant that the whole content of my being was wide open before their gaze. Some time was needed to get rid of this feeling of shyness, which in the Roman Catholic world makes confession before a priest so difficult for some people.
