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a dry cloth, the patch now was wet. I smelled it and it
had the same divine fragrance of his amrit. The patch
remained fragrant as long as Guruji was in
Chandigarh.

After cleaning the temple and Guruji's chamber, I
would then wash his clothes. Needless to say, his
clothes too were drenched in divine amrit and had the
same fragrance. I tried washing them till the fragrance
could go but that was just my stupidity. The more I
washed them, the stronger the fragrance grew. No
matter through how many waters I took them out of,
the fragrance remained. No perfume could pass this
test!
I always had a habit of collecting things that Guruji
discarded, things like a plaster on his finger, seeds of
fruits that he ate, or an old towel or old glasses. I soon
had a bagful of things belonging to Guruji. I would

replace his toothbrushes, sooner than they needed
changing, and keep the old ones. I even collected the
dust that got swept out of his room, for me, even that
was more precious than anything in the world. Guruji
was obviously aware of my activities and was rather
amused. If by chance I would forget to collect
something of his, he would quietly push it towards me
and point out, “Sukhmani, don't you want this?” I
would then quickly grab it before anyone could think of
throwing it away. One thing that I always had my eyes
on were his shoes. I was fortunate enough to be given
his dresses as parshad but I always had my eyes on his

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