Continuing, he said, "The sandhya merges in the Gayatri, and the Gayatri merges inOm."M. looked around him with wonder and said to himself: "What a beautiful place!What a charming man! How beautiful his words are! I have no wish to move fromthis spot." After a few minutes he thought, "Let me see the place first; then I'llcome back here and sit down."As he left the room with Sidhu, he heard the sweet music of the evening servicearising in the temple from gong, bell, drum, and cymbal. He could hear music fromthe nahabat, too, at the south end of the garden. The sounds travelled over theGanges, floating away and losing themselves in the distance. A soft spring wind wasblowing, laden with the fragrance of flowers; the moon had just appeared. It was asif nature and man together were preparing for the evening worship. M. and Sidhuvisited the twelve Siva temples, the Radhakanta temple, and the temple ofBhavatarini. And as M. watched the services before the images his heart was filledwith joy.On the way back to Sri Ramakrishna's room the two friends talked. Sidhu told M.that the temple garden had been founded by Rani Rasmani. He said that God wasworshipped there daily as Kali, Krishna, and Siva, and that within the gates sadhusand beggars were fed. When they reached Sri Ramakrishna's door again, they foundit shut, and Brinde, the Maid, standing outside. M., who had been trained in Englishmanners and would not enter a room without permission, asked her, "Is the holy manin?" Brinde replied, "Yes he's in the room."M: "How long has he lived here?"B
: "Oh, he has been here a long time."M: "Does he read many books?"B
: "Books? Oh, dear no! They're all on his tongue."