The life of Sri Sarada Devi, popularly known as Holy Mother amongst the devotees, is an enigma. On the surface, it appears to be just a homely life of a Bengali woman mostly in a rural setting. Yet her deportment discloses unmistakable marks of dignity and love of a divine order. Her humility, her touches of serene silence, and the gracious and unbounded richness of her motherly affection, flashes the heavenly splendour of her inner life.
I hate this world, this dream, this horrible nightmare, with its churches and chicaneries, its books and blackguardisms, its fair faces and false hearts, its howling righteousness on the surface and utter hollowness beneath and, above all, its sanctified shopkeeping!
-Swami Vivekananda