Opposite her chosen site was a large banyan tree. When the municipality chopped down the tree to expand the road, Babajan suddenly decided to move. For two weeks she was seen near a tomb in the Swargate locality. From there, she shifted to an area in the Camp called Char Bawdi (Four Wells) on Malcolm Tank Road, where she sat beneath a neem tree. This spot proved to be her final throne, where she remained for many years until she dropped her body.
When Babajan first moved to Char Bawdi, the area was filthy, dusty, and infested with hordes of mosquitoes. Plague germs had even been detected there. During the day the area was desolate and deserted, but at night it sprang to life with thieves, drunkards, and the local riffraff.
Babajan remained seated under the neem tree — a rock of absolute Godhood in the shifting sands of ignorance moving about her. After months of exposure to the elements, she grudgingly allowed her devotees to build a shelter of gunny sacks above her. She stayed there throughout the seasons — alleviating humanity's suffering by allowing anyone to come to her, to sip the wine of her presence. Several years later, there was a marvelous change in this area. Buildings were constructed, teashops and restaurants appeared, and electricity was provided. Due to the establishment of Babajan's seat under the neem tree, Char Bawdi became a charming area in which to live and raise a family.
Moths gather where there is light. They seek death by trying to merge the darkness of their futility in the light of purity. No one can escape the light of Illumination when one nears its source. Even one blindfolded in ignorance feels the effect of this light, whose flame burns away the veil. Such was the light in and around Babajan. As crowds gathered and bowed to her, qawaals (singers) poured their hearts out before her in song. The fragrance of flowers wafted on all sides, and the sweet burning of incense purified the air. Those who received her darshan and were blessed by her thanked God for their rare good fortune.
On one occasion in 1919, Babajan forewarned the large group gathered around her, "All should leave immediately for your homes. Go!" Her wishes were respected, but no one understood why she was so insistent on sending them away. Shortly thereafter, a storm with heavy rains swept through Poona, uprooting trees and causing extensive damage throughout the city.