We all went to bed very early as we knew Baba would wish us to rest, but Delia and I were so excited to be sleeping in Baba's room, and in Baba's very bed, that it was a long time before we could rest.
At 6:45 we were up, packing, breakfasting and just before eight we left the Hotel Powers. Glad we were to leave now that Baba had gone. Paris was a casket without a jewel, a rose without scent.
About their time in Paris with Baba, Kim later related:
Baba once said to us, "In the East, I have people's worship, and in the West, I have love."
With him in Paris was such a lovely, lovely atmosphere. We would curl up his hair and poke it up under his hat before going out. It was just love. I don't say we didn't revere him; of course, we did. But perfect love does cast out fear and to us, he was just love and somebody we could tease and say, "Oh, Baba, you look silly in that hat," and so forth. Many people would have misunderstood this. It was just love and play and he loved this, because he could relax with us and be completely happy.
Meditation was not necessary. It was enough just to be in the room with him quietly. It was a love-feast. You were in love; Baba was love; and this was all that mattered. Yet it was a love, I think, very few people would understand if they saw us together — playful, joking, teasing.
We used to make silly little rhymes, "Oh, the Sad-guru is a happy Sadguru!" Silly, little things. And at that time, his face would light up and his eyes would become brilliant. I think he was very happy with us. I sent him poems nearly every day after he left, expressing great grief at the sorrow of our parting.
Coming home was extremely hard for me, because one had really been in another world. It was difficult for me to pick up the threads and do what I had to do, which was to look after my husband and family, and come down to earthly, daily life. But Baba had told me how I must do my duty, and so I tried as best I could. Though it was not easy, I know it was right. I had to stay at home and work through the problems of life.