The outburst is so phenomenal....
For his work, he has to move [about], even in a big city like Bombay, from one place to another — so many times a day. And every time that he returns home, there is a gathering of people, sometimes waiting for hours, eager to see him. The visits and interviews with one group of people being finished, Baba again goes out, and once again on returning finds another much larger group of visitors awaiting to see him. These all come, as a surprise for us, for none of us informed none of these of Baba's visit, as he desired....
So only those who get information of his visit from one or the other who visited him already, come to see him, and even these leave him no time for food, let alone rest. Rest for Baba, we have hardly seen, for even while he is seen at rest, we know he is busy elsewhere ...
Here are four more letters written by Chanji to different lovers in the West:
Nasik, 18 September 1932
Baba has been busy since he arrived here, arranging things on this side before he goes again to the West for his great work there. How busy he is, you can hardly guess, but he goes through it all with his ever-smiling face, irrespective of time — night or day — attending to the huge crowds who come to him seeking shelter and advice.
But amidst the tremendous pressure of all this work, and even surrounded by hundreds daily, he is so often found to be away — away somewhere — in response to the call of love on the other side with one or the other of those who are dearest to him and nearest in his heart and ever in his thoughts. Like a mother rushing to her young one who is in distress and crying for her shelter, he has to respond to the soul crying out in love for him, even across the continents. And he does it all so lovingly in order to warm some hearts and to comfort some souls that cry out in suffering separation. Who they are, only he and the ones who feel his warmth know.
This happens so often that the physical communication of letters and messages seems to be of little value. However, as you, Jeanco, are always in his thoughts, he asks me to write that he is so satisfied and pleased with you — all dears — especially with your silent submission to his will under the most trying circumstances, and in spite of your hearts' desire to be always with him, and feeling his separation so keenly.
