Mercy at the mall
It was a quiet day at the shopping mall where I had my book table, and I was praying for some mercy.
A South Indian lady was eager to take many books and wanted to give me only a couple of dollars.
Then a gentleman (Nayak) showed up and said, “Give her whatever books she wants. Don’t worry about the money; it’s on me.” I thought he was her husband. So she took what she wanted and gave $2 and walked away.
This man then asked what Gujarati books I have. I told him I had only a Caitanya-caritamrita set in Gujarati. He said, “OK, I will take the set, and please charge me for whatever she took, too.” It turns out they are not even related, he’s just a real nice person.