Accordingly, seated in a horse-drawn tonga, they rode to meet Tajuddin Baba — the most renowned living saint in Central India. There was a large gathering of devotees around the Sadguru, and all were concerned, as Tajuddin was in an ill-tempered, fiery mood. He had been venting his fury on those around him, abusing everyone who came for his darshan that day. When they had arrived at Tajuddin's ashram, Merwan and Behramji were informed: "This is not a good day to see Tajuddin — the Master is in a foul mood. If you enter, be prepared to be rebuked."
Merwan looked at the person and then smiled knowingly. "He is waiting for me," Merwan stated. "Tajuddin has been waiting for me to arrive." Merwan and Behramji walked through the grounds to where Tajuddin Baba was seated. Tajuddin, a balding grey-haired man, was dressed simply. Merwan took the lead as they approached the Qutub, who was seated with a few flowers in his lap.
To everyone's surprise, Tajuddin Baba became silent, stood up and started walking toward Merwan. Their eyes met and their gaze locked. Who knows what divine inner messages were exchanged? Tajuddin presented Merwan with the flowers and rubbed Merwan's head affectionately, as a father would his son. No words were spoken. There are no words to the Divine Song. The Singer tells the story in the language of song which only he and those who have heard it can understand. This silent conversation between Merwan and Tajuddin Baba was of such awesome depth that Age's heart was overpowered. Age knew that it was witnessing a meeting between the Ocean and the Sky!
Tajuddin seemed overcome with happiness as he gazed upon Merwan. Silently, in the stillness of the crowd, Merwan and Behramji slipped away, went straight back to the train station and boarded the first train back to Poona. None knew what had happened between Tajuddin and the young Irani from Poona. Merwan had received his crown!
Upon returning to Poona, Merwan resumed a close association with another of his childhood friends, Khodu, with whom he had attended Poona Camp School. Khodu was then 25, a few years older than Merwan. He was not a particularly clever fellow, but he was a strong man with a powerful physique. Although Khodu was unaware of Merwan's spiritual state, he loved him and considered Merwan to be his only real friend in the world.