coming.” The foster father , still with eyes closed, said, “Oh, yes, I forgot you all cannot see Him, but He is really here. I do not know who He is.” At that moment Yasoda Mata and her daughters looked at each other in great surprise and answered, “ Father, He is Lord Nrsimhadeva ,” “What dev???” he asked. “I don’t know Him. But He is nodding His head to tell m e that He is.” Yasoda Mata felt great ecstasy in hearing this, for in her house she keeps a model of the Nrsimha Deity from Mayapur and had been offering heartfelt prayers to Him so that her father could leave the body without any attachment and that his s oul can become Krishna’s devotee in his next birth. Continuously her father said, “Look, He is smiling to me and starting to speak again. Oh, He is telling me that I have to learn to chant what you are chanting now. What exactly are you chanting?” He said. “It is a mantra to call the holy name of Lord,” Yasoda Mata replied. “I don’t know what mantra, but please teach me,” he said. “All right father, please repeat after me and listen carefully — Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare, Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare.” Yasoda Mata taught her foster father word -by- word patiently. Without taking a long time, he learned and tried to chant, and chanted so nicely. The next day he passed away with tranquility. During that weekend, we devotees here congregated together to do the kirtan (chanting) for
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