It was my first day in a new school in a new city. The teacher’s favourite, who was also the boys’ monitor, made me feel miserable. I complained to my grandfather. As always, he had a story. He believed stories cultured emotions. His opinion was that while we spend years sharpening our intellect, when it comes to important decisions, we often let emotions guide us. So, he never missed a chance to shape and train my emotions.“When Swami Vivekananda was in Mahabaleshwar, the family hosting him had a baby who would not stop crying. They tried everything. The infant began to wheeze. Vivekananda picked her up, sat down to meditate, and she calmed. She fell asleep in his lap and never cried again. She grew up to be the queen of Sangli. Because of her composure, people called her Shanti. If you want that boy to stop upsetting you, you must find your stillness.”
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