One day, when I was still new in the kitchen, I served Bhagavan with a few more pieces of potato than the rest. Bhagavan noticed it and got very angry with me. He turned his face away and would not look at those who were serving food. I could not make out the cause of his anger and wondered who it was who had offended him. The women who worked in the kitchen would collect around him to take leave of him in the evening after the work was over. Usually he would exchange a few words with us, inquire who was accompanying us, whether we had a lantern, and so on. That evening he gave me a sign to come near.
"What did you do tonight ?"
"I don't know, Swami, have I done something wrong?
"You served me more curry than others."
"What does it matter? I did it with love and devotion."
"I felt ashamed to eat more than others. Have you come all this way to stuff me with food? You should always serve me less than others."
"But, Bhagavan, how can I treat you worse than others?"
"Is this the way to please me? Do you hope to earn grace through a potato curry?"
"Out of my love for you I committed a blunder.
Forgive me, Bhagavan, I shall respect your wishes."
"The more you love my people, the more you love me," said Bhagavan, and the matter was closed. A good lesson was learned and never forgotten.