(Srila Prabhupada Uvaca - Srutakirti Pr)

One cold evening in New Dwaraka, I had the two-burner gas stove on in the servant's quarters to warm the room so I could sleep that night. It was helpful because I slept on a straw mat and used my chaddar as a blanket. I tried to keep my paraphernalia to a minimum because it was easier to travel around the world with Srila Prabhupada with only a few belongings. Sometimes, I used one suitcase for His Divine Grace and a small one for myself. Most of the time, though, I managed to keep both of our belongings in one large suitcase.

Srila Prabhupada observed my stove on during the night, so early the next morning he called me into his room. I offered my obeisances and looked up at my merciful guru.
"Why are you keeping the stove on at night?" he asked.
I explained that the warmth of the fire helped me get to sleep since it was so cold.
"Don't you have a blanket?" he asked.
"No, Srila Prabhupada," I said. "I usually don't need one."
"All right," he said. "Go into my cabinet and pick out any blanket and sweater you like."
I enthusiastically hurried over to the metal closet in his bedroom. After looking at the four blankets folded neatly on the shelf I took the thickest, most colorful quilt I could find. Then I helped myself to one of his saffron sweaters. I returned to Srila Prabhupada in his sitting room to show him my choices. He smiled with approval and nodded his head.
"All right, now you can go," he instructed.
I offered my obeisances and left the room considering myself to be the most fortunate soul in the world.
I used the blanket every night, feeling enveloped in Srila Prabhupada's love. It kept me spiritually warm. One day I was talking with one of my friends, Brahmarupa Dasa. He asked if I wanted to take rest in the temple room that night with some of the other devotee men. I agreed. Always being alone, it sounded adventuresome. When I went into the temple room, I brought my beautiful bright orange quilt with me. It had a shiny silk finish on one side and a more cuddly soft finish on the other. When I walked into the temple room, Brahmarupa's eyes opened wide.
"Where did you get that?" he asked.
"Srila Prabhupada gave it to me," I said. "Do you want it?" I asked, feeling guilty about owning something so priceless.
"Yes," he eagerly replied.
So, I gave it to him.
A week later while I was resting in the servant quarters, Srila Prabhupada noticed I didn't have my blanket over me.
"Where is the blanket I gave you?" he inquired.
Feeling ashamed, I quietly answered, "One of the devotees saw it and when I told him it was yours he became so excited I just had to give it to him."
"All right. Get yourself another blanket," he calmly said. "And this time, do not give it away," he added, with a little more emotion.
Again, I happily complied with his generous instruction and helped myself to another prasadam blanket.