Padmabinode, a student of the school where Master Mahashaya taught, was introduced by him to Sri Ramakrishna who influenced him very much. But subsequently Padmabinode entered a theatre and took to drinking and under the influence he talked desultorily when returning home at dead of night. Padmabinode, when passing by the Mother's house on his way home from the theatre, used to call on Swami Saradananda, who had instructed everyone neither to respond nor to open the door, lest Holy Mother should be disturbed. One night, getting no answer from inside the house, Padmabinode started singing under the influence of liquor:

Get up, Mother gracious, and open the door;

Nothing is visible in the dark; and my heart ever throbs.

How often do I call on thee, O Tara (Kali) at the pitch of my voice!

And yet, though kind thou art forsooth, how thou behavest today!

Leaving thy child outside, thou sleepest inside;

While crying,  'Mother',  'Mother', am  I reduced  to skin and bone!

With proper pitch, tune, modulation, and cadence in all the three gamuts,

I call on thee so often; and still thou awakest not!

Maybe, thou hast turned thy face because of my engrossment in play.

Do thou look at me with upturned face, and I shan't go for play again.

Who but a Mother can bear the burden of such a wretched son?

The lamenting appeal of the song was irresistible. The blinds of the Mother's window went up at once, and then the window itself opened wide. Padmabinode noticed this and said with delight, ' Have you got up, Mother ? Have you heard your son's call?   Since you've got up, take this salute.' So saying he began to roll on the street Then taking the dust from the street and putting it on his lead he went away singing another tune,

Keep Mother Shyama (Kali) carefully concealed in your heart

O mind, mavst thou and I only see Her, and none else.

and he repeated with some gusto,

May I see Her, and not my friend (Swami Saradananda).

Next day Holy Mother inquired about him, and learning everything remarked, 'See, how firm is his conviction!’. Padmabinode saw the Mother in that very manner at least once again. Next morning, when her attendants remonstrated that it was not proper for her to leave her bed at that unearthly hour, she replied, ‘I can’t contain myself at his call.’

Not long after, Padmabinode had  a  severe  attack  of dropsy,  and  he  had   to  enter  a  hospital.    During his last moments he expressed a desire to hear the Bengali Gospel  of  Sri  Ramakrishna,   which   was read  out   to  him.    Tears tnckled   down   the   corners   of his   eyes   as   he   heard the blessed words,  and  he  passed  away  into  eternal  silence with the Master's name on his lips. The Mother heard all this and said with evident satisfaction, ‘Why should this not be so?   Was he not the Master's son?    He was wallowing in mud, and has now returned to the lap to which he belonged.’