Srila Prabhupada declared Sukadeva's cooking "first-class" today. I am relieved. He is not only using the three-tiered cooker to do dal, rice and bitter melon, but he has another six pots going at the same time, from which he makes three wet and three dry sabjis. Added to this is a very palatable lassi made by one of the ladies, which His Divine Grace said was very good.
Srila Prabhupada is now feeling a little better. For the last couple of days he has been taking half-tablets of diuretic medicine, and the swelling in his hands and feet has disappeared. As soon as he got the desired effect he stopped taking the pills.
Because there are no visitors here in Honolulu he spends most of his evening time reading and chanting on his new beads. He is translating much more as well, and Pushta Krishna Swami is fully occupied all day long transcribing the tapes.
May 9th, 1976
Srila Prabhupada has a regular lila going on with Kusa dasi's son, a toddler about two years old. With fair hair, porcelain-like skin and a quiet, gentle temperament, he has a sober, but quite delicate, demeanor. Each morning after he greets the Deities, Prabhupada takes a few drops of caranamrita and the boy stands next to him. After washing his hand Prabhupada sprinkles a few drops of water on the boy's head. After that he goes to the back of the temple room and sits on his vyasasana to receive guru-puja. As the devotees offer flowers one-by-one, the boy also steps forward. He slowly and carefully mounts the steps, all the while clutching a garland of pikaki flowers?small, white bud-like jasmine flowers looking like carved ivory beads. He hands it over and Srila Prabhupada gives him the one he is wearing. Then, equally as carefully, he steps down, offers his dandavats and toddles back to his mother. No words are spoke during the entire exchange, though Prabhupada smiles to see his innocent exhibition of devotion. This morning Prabhupada asked me his name. When I told him it was Atmarama, he smiled and nodded his head. "Yes. He appears just like a saintly person."
Reference:Transcendental Diary Volume 2 by Hari Sauri Dasa