K.S. Venkataraman
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(K.S. Venkataraman:) “Extraordinary and celestial charm and beauty shone in the Mother's face as she was distributing flowers after soup – such youth, such grace, such that I never saw before. Such perfection! It is indescribable. I drank of the cup of ambrosia which her face presented, to my fill – not content yet. O Mother, who art Thou?”[1]
- ↑ Breath of Grace, p.346