"You are saying, 'When I allow myself to feel your love, to let myself be loved by you, there is so much pain and so much gratitude that I cannot say it.'

"Perhaps you are not aware of many aspects of love. One is that when too much love descends upon you, its very intensity appears like pain. You must have heard, once in a while it happens that just out of sheer joy somebody dies of heart failure. The joy was too much and his heart was too small.

"I will tell you a story:

"A very poor man had made it a habit to purchase, every month, one ticket for the lottery. He had been doing that for almost twenty years.

"In the beginning the family, the friends, used to ask him, 'Why are you wasting your money? You earned just one rupee with so much hard labor, changing your blood into perspiration. You go on wasting every month one rupee, and you have not won any lottery.' But slowly, slowly they dropped advising him; it had become almost a routine habit. In the beginning he used to think that some day the lottery would come up in his name, but by and by he even forgot that too. Just like a robot, the first day of the month would come and he would purchase a ticket.

"And one day it happened, the lottery came up in his name for twenty-five lakh rupees. He was not at home. The wife became very much afraid when she received the message that the lottery had come up in her husband's name. She was a Christian – she ran to the church. She was afraid; 'This is too much. He has not seen even twenty-five rupees together…twenty-five lakhs! He is sure to die just out of too much happiness. So I should pray to God, and also I should ask the priest some way to save his life. Poverty has not been able to kill him, but this richness will kill him immediately.'

"The priest said, 'Don't be worried. I am coming with you and I will tell your husband when he comes home, very slowly, slowly, 'You have won one lakh rupees.' When I see that he has absorbed that, I will tell him, 'In fact, you have won two lakh rupees.' And when I see he has absorbed that and is still alive, then I will say, 'You have really won three lakh rupees.' Slowly, slowly I will reveal the whole truth about the twenty-five lakh rupees.'

"The wife said, 'If you can save his life, I will give one lakh rupees to the church.' And the priest said, 'One lakh rupees?' And he dropped flat on the earth, dead! He had never hoped that anybody was going to give him one lakh rupees."