DonÂ’t ever touch my feet ( Ha! ha! ) : 30th of March, 2004.
04/02/2004 03:00 p.m.

A woman, who was a member of my staff many years ago, appeared out of the blue, at the doors of my office, about a month & half ago.  She came round the table and touched my feet, which normally, here in India, younger does to pay their respect to elders.  She left in some time after exchanging few words of pleasantries.

She reappeared three days ago claiming that while she touched my feet, the other day , a deep rooted connection was established between her & me and ever since then I

 have been dialoging with her from within, non-stop and as I had directed in the course of these unceasing dialoging from inside to inside, she has left her husband.

I told her that it was my image of her which did the dialoging and not me.  Hence it’s in her best interest to leave my office immediately, which she obviously refused in the wake of the connection.  I had no other way than to ask a staff member to take her back to her mother’s place, which is nearby.  She reluctantly left.

Later that evening, I spoke to her husband on phone and he confirmed that she had left home leaving a note that she is doing this on the basis of the instructions she was constantly receiving from me.  I asked her husband to take her to some psychiatrist.  Meanwhile I have asked my gateman to not to allow her inside if she ever shows up.

Well, the sole purpose of making this event as part of my journal is to warn one and all to not to ever touch my feet. Ha!ha!ha!ha!ha!. I am laughing but I am a bit tense because of this incidence. haha