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In the evening, when I went to Guruji, he asked me if I had come
to tell him about the derailment. I could just nod. He told me that
he had saved 90 other people to save a single devotee. This fact was
corroborated (not that it needs to be) by Mrs. Subberwal, who was
with Guruji on Saturday. At 1.30 am, Guruji was sitting silently, she
said, when out of the blue he said he had saved 90 people. It was at
1.30 am that the train derailed. Sitting in Delhi, Guruji had saved so
many near Pune. Who could have done this but God himself?

The power of prayer

With Guruji, no words are required. Silent prayers said from the
heart reach him. One morning, I was reading the Shiva Puran,
when I came upon lines that said that God does not hold or touch
you physically, but if he does generations of your kul (family) are
blessed. I thought of how Guruji gave blessings from a distance. In
the evening when we reached Guruji’s place, Guruji was in his room
and calling us. We sat on the carpet, and Guruji started talking to us.
Suddenly, he held forth his arm and told me to press his shoulders.
Then, he purposefully held my hand, entwined his fingers in mine
and repeated in chaste Hindi the lines I had read.

Another time we had to go to Haridwar from Ambala. A superfast
train that takes two-three hours used to leave Ambala at 10.30 am.
It was already 10.35 when we reached the station. My husband
was keen on travelling by bus. I objected, telling him the UP roads
were bad and that it would take five-six hours. We asked a passing
porter about the train and he said that it was never late, but by
chance it was running 10 minutes late that day. He added that
the signal was down and it was about to leave. Absentmindedly,
I prayed to Guruji that we catch the train. My husband agreed to
give it a try and told me to run ahead and cross the bridge. He
planned to buy platform tickets, as there was a big queue on the
ticket counter. So I ran and, on getting down the stairs, I reached
the place where the engine was. To my dismay, it started moving.
Like a fool, I started waving at the engine driver to stop—as you
would in case of a bus. And, can you believe it, the train stopped
for us for a good seven to ten minutes till my husband came and
we boarded it.

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