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flowing. I did however notice that the photograph,
although laminated, was getting puffed up as if due to
moisture. I was asked to smell it and sure enough the
photograph had the same fragrance. Every day, when I
entered his room to clean it I would first go to the
photograph hoping to see the amrit flow. For many
days I could not see it till one day, as soon as I opened
the door, I saw amrit flowing from the picture. My
mother and I both witnessed the miracle and I, being
me, had to taste it. I took a drop of it and tasted it, and
I cannot describe how tremendously divine it tasted. I
scrutinized the photograph, turned it upside down,
wiped it dry, but still the amrit continued to flow. Ever
since that day this was my daily routine. I would wait
for Guruji to get up from meditation and leave the room
so that I could taste a bit more of his divine amrit. No
doubt Guruji was aware of my drinking the amrit, and
made sure it never stopped flowing for as long as he
stayed in Chandigarh.

One day as I entered Guruji's room to clean it, I
noticed a yellow patch on the green coloured carpet.
Assuming someone had dropped something, I began to
scrub the patch vigorously. Just then Guruji walked
into the room. “What happened?” asked Guruji.
“Guruji, there is a yellow patch on your carpet that I'm
trying to clean but it's not going.” “Oh that! That patch
got burned last night therefore its discoloured. Now
touch it and see, I have just taken out amrit from that
patch as well.” Although I was scrubbing the area with

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