Once, I had strong desire for oranges, good ones. It seemed like an unquenchable desire at the time, as I was in Delhi, and anyone that has been there will know what an impossible task finding good oranges there can be.

I found myself at a market, amidst a plentifold of aggressive offerings coming at me from all angles. All hustling me to buy their "best quality" mandarins. They looked excellent, but the demand was for 30 rupies - overpriced, as the normal rate was around 20.

I said to the Omnipresent Lord in my heart:

Even if their oranges were to be perfect and free, with such aggressive miserable behaviour they will not get me to take it.

Please, Lord, I need nothing other now in this mad undivine oven of worst animals' schizophrenic mind's eruptions, but exactly irreplaceably good oranges.

In one corner, behind many moving shops with "best quality" oranges, two persons were speaking, - The owner of possibly the worst oranges that I have ever seen (appearing to be not fit for anything but the compost pile... Small greenish unhealthy looking mandarins), and a customer or friend.

I said to the Lord, that if he will save me from the miserable aggressiveness approach, I will purchase from him at least one kilo, maybe 3, depending how much he will please me with proper behaviour, and then throw oranges in dust bin immediately, of course, what else would one do with them?

The stall owner, very humbly offered his oranges for 10 rupees, and another person also very humbly, simply, assured me that oranges are really good. It seemed to me that they were sincere, but how could that possibly be?

According to my inner promise to Lord, I purchased some 3 kilo, and went into the near by tourist office where worked my Muslim friends, to see them.

During our conversation something extraordinary happened, some great satisfaction pervaded me somehow, the reason for which was not immediately apparent.

I reconsidered the words of my friends, seeking for some possible improvement in their consciousness that maybe had pleased me on a vibrational level, before i realized it on the mind level?

After a little I noticed that I had unconsciously peeled an orange, and had put it in my mouth.

It was not to be believed! Such nectar that was, not any less than real divine nectar! Many times I had eaten really excellent Greek oranges, but this was really something else, something very special, as if given from the Hand of God, really.