"When I remember Swami Sivanandaji," he said in a birthday tribute, "this quality of that great saint comes to my remembrance more readily than his learning, authorship, religious leadership and all the other uncommon qualities and activities."
In the early days of their Sadhana, the Master once went to Swami Tapovan and said, "A Bengali Sadhu is staying with me.
For the last few days he has been very ill.
I have been trying to get a little milk for him.
I have gone from Ashram to Ashram just to obtain a few ounces, but no one has any.
There seems no way of getting it except from some shop.
If only I had two annas..." And the Master lapsed sadly into silence.