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We went to bed and knowing my husband’s nature, I considered
his visit a passing affair. He wouldn’t even remember what would
have happened the next evening, I thought. Imagine my surprise the
next evening when my husband called up from office to convey that
he was leaving for Guruji’s place and will be coming late. When he
returned as late as the previous night, I asked him a simple question:
what pulled you back to that place? He had a simpler answer: “What
I got there is not something which can be explained, it is something
that can only be experienced.” Intrigued, our family decided to go
for Guruji’s darshan the next evening.

How the Guru’s door opened

On my husband’s third visit, my children and I accompanied him.
We were 20-30 metres from Guruji’s place and could smell a very
strong fragrance. When we entered the hall where Guruji sat, the
fragrance was all around us. The first thing that came to my mind
was: “This gentleman has put on so much perfume that the entire
hall is filled with fragrance: he is probably a very hi-fi, stylish
Guruji.” Even after my husband’s description, Guruji’s first darshan
was stunning and different from my initial presumptions.

Our share of unimaginable things was just about to go up. As soon
as I got up after bowing to Guruji, he straight away said in Punjabi,
“Finally, you have come, a disciple of Gurgaon’s saint.” This was just a
mild indicator of how he knew me inside out at my very first visit
to his place. For apart from our family, no one knew of the saint we
had been frequenting.

Chai prasad: sips of faith

At Guruji’s place, tea was the first and some times even the last
refreshment served. I have been allergic to tea leaves since
childhood. My mouth would fill with ulcers if I had tea in any
form. However, as soon as we settled down in the sangat, a person
came around offering tea. I was in a fix, as I was not willing to say
no to the prasad. Suddenly, I realized that the person serving tea
had skipped me. I was relieved: I was neither required to say no
to prasad nor was I pushed to consuming tea. This instant relief
was countered by a second thought: I had been deprived of prasad

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