CHAPTER I
MY grandmother was very fond of me. To me, also, she was all in all during the days of my child hood. My sleeping, sitting, eating, all were at her side. Whenever she went to Kalighat[1] I used to accompany her. I cried bitterly when she went to Jagannath Kshetra[2] and Brindaban[3] leaving me behind. She was a deeply religious woman. Every day she used to bathe in the Ganges very early in the morning; and every day she used to weave garlands of flowers with her own hands for the Shaligram[4] Sometimes she used to take a vow of solar adoration, giving offerings to the sun from sunrise to sunset.
On these occasions I also used to be with her on the terrace in the sun; and constantly hearing the mantras (texts) of the sun-worship repeated, they became quite familiar to me. 35
