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THE FUSSY AGENT
We were in the holy company of Acharya Shree Anandsagarsurishwarji, who had taken up his abode at Kapadvanj, a town noted for its faith and devotion.
Acharya Shree was slightly indisposed and he had been advised by doctors to be only on liquid diet, so he used to take nothing more than a cup of tea at noon. I went to the gentleman next door to ask for a cup of tea. The people in the house were evidently very much in a hurry, getting ready to attend some wedding. But the lady of the house handed me a cup of tea for Acharya Shree with the greatest pleasure. Acharya Shree drank the tea without a word.
Within ten minutes, the lady hastened to our abode, looking very contrite and begging humbly to be pardoned for her error. I could not comprehend her agitation and asked her what was amiss.
"Why, Sir, don't you know what's amiss? Didn't Acharya Shree tell you that instead of sugar I had put salt in the tea: I don't know how to apologize for my mistake. You see, we were in such a hurry to attend a relative's wedding that through oversight I reached down the jar of salt instead of sugar! It was only when we drank our tea that I realized what a foolish mistake I had made! How can I atone for my mistake?".
As I stood listening to her, I was thinking of how Acharya Shree had conquered his sense of taste and
