When Harikesa had received the call to come immediately to Vrindavana, he had been told to "expect the worst." Immediately he contacted his printer, who was in the process of completing several books, and told him that he must have advance copies by the next day. So by the time he got on the plane for India, he had newly printed volumes of the Second Canto of Srimad-Bhagavatam in German, the Krishna trilogy in German, and a Yugoslavian Sri Isopanisad.
But when he arrived at Srila Prabhupada's door in Vrindavana, a devotee told him he could not bring the books to Srila Prabhupada now.
"Why not?" Harikesa asked.
"This is not the kind of mood we are trying to create here," the devotee explained.
"What? Are you crazy?" exclaimed Harikesa. "Books are Prabhupada's life and soul!"
He went in and showed Prabhupada the seven new books. Immediately Prabhupada took the first volume of the Krishna trilogy and held it up, looking at the cover painting of Radha and Krishna. Prabhupada began crying and reached out, trying to stroke Harikesa's head. Harikesa reached out and held Srila Prabhupada's hand, thinking himself unworthy of being patted.
"He was rotting here, typewriting," said Srila Prabhupada, referring to when Harikesa had been his secretary, just before going to preach in Europe. "I said, "You go.' I had ten servants. You thought that I was degrading you by sending you away. No. Now you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," said Harikesa, sobbing. "Here is an intelligent boy, I thought," said Srila Prabhupada. "Why should he rot here, typewriting?"
Prabhupada looked at each book. "Printing and everything is first class," he said. He asked how many had been printed, and Harikesa replied, "One hundred twenty thousand Krishna trilogies, sixty thousand Srimad-Bhagavatam Second Cantos, and ten thousand Isopanisads."
"Can you distribute that Isopanisad?" Prabhupada asked. Harikesa assured him that they could definitely distribute the book in Yugoslavia. "Then print more," said Prabhupada.
They continued discussing book production. Books were indeed Srila Prabhupada's life and soul. From Harikesa's entering with the new books, Prabhupada had felt a profound ecstasy that had spread to Harikesa and all the devotees present. Everyone was keenly aware that what they were experiencing was transcendental, a special reciprocation with Srila Prabhupada, and as long as they were sincere it would not die.
"Now you just have to become better," said Harikesa. "More healthy."
"Healthy?" said Srila Prabhupada. "I have nothing to do with this body."