Srila Prabhupada regularly took hot milk at night, just before taking rest. Occasionally he would have puffed rice along with it, but usually just hot milk without anything in it. One night when I took his milk in, there was a special energy in his room that I could feel right away. Srila Prabhupada was sitting at his desk reading Krsna book with His wire-rimmed glasses on.
When I set the milk down in front of him, he looked up with the most beautiful childlike innocent look on his face and said, “You know, when I read these books it’s hard to believe I wrote them. I learn something every time I read them. Actually, I didn’t write them—Krishna wrote them.” It was almost like he was a young boy, the way the energy felt—so pure and so innocent.
When I went back fifteen minutes later to take his glass and cleanse his desk, he was already getting up to go to bed. I was rarely if ever there when he finally took rest. My normal routine was to take his glass, cleanse his desk where the glass had been, then go into his bedroom and turn back the covers on his bed for whenever he was ready to take rest. Because he was already heading for bed, I postponed the glass-and-desk part and went right in to turn the covers back for him. The timing was perfect, and as I did it, he got right into bed, and I had the blessed opportunity to pull the covers up and actually tuck him in.
The innocent vibration was still permeating his whole quarters, and as I tucked him into bed, he looked up with pure unconditional love and said, “Oh, thank you very much!” It was all I could do to keep my composure as I paid my obeisances before going back to his desk to get his glass and clean his desk. It was such an amazing experience and a blessing that I’m so grateful for.
All glories to His Divine Grace Srila Prabhupada.