Srutakirti: As Srila Prabhupada's health improved, I became more conscious of my own bodily discomfort. I hadn't been as careful as I should have been in India. As a result, I contracted malaria, had difficulty with digestion and developed colitis. I went to Srila Prabhupada's secretary, Brahmananda Maharaja, and discussed the possibility of me returning to Los Angeles to regain my health. I asked him to talk with Srila Prabhupada. Later, Srila Prabhupada called me into his room.
"So, you are not feeling well?" he asked.
"No, Prabhupada," I said. "I have been feeling ill for some time."
"You want to go back to Los Angeles and regain your health?" he asked.
"Yes, Srila Prabhupada," I timidly said. "If it is all right with you?"
"Yes, of course," he said sweetly. "You have kept me alive for the last month. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here now. How can I not want you to be healthy? You have done so many things. You must take care of yourself."
His humility was overwhelming. I offered my obeisances and walked out of his sitting room filled with emotion. Hearing Srila Prabhupada say that I had been responsible for saving his life filled me with ecstasy.
That evening I accompanied Srila Prabhupada to the temple courtyard where he sat down under the tamal tree. As I sat by his lotus feet, I began thinking how crazy I was. There was no sweeter place in the entire universe than sitting at his golden lotus feet. "Srila Prabhupada," I finally said. "I can't leave. It isn't the right thing to do. I should just remain here and depend on Krishna." "Yes, this is very good," he said smiling broadly. "Because you are sincere, Krishna will give you all facilities to perform your service."
I felt great relief knowing I was doing the right thing.