"If Baba has called you, you have come," Vishnu countered. "Now, it is Baba's order that you go back."
Kishan was adamant. "I won't leave this place. If you want me to leave, let me have his darshan."
"If you don't go, I will be forced to remove you physically!" Vishnu threatened. "Without Baba's permission, even a king cannot see him!"
Kishan Singh was, in fact, an influential government official; however, he had no idea that Baba's mandali, when instructed, would humbly serve as sweepers to the poor and beggars, and at the same time were capable of preventing emperors from entering Baba's presence.
Kishan Singh explained his difficulties about not being able to come in May. Vishnu sympathized, "Were I not helpless myself, I would take you to him, but it is his order. At this time, Baba is on a fast and is not seeing anyone. This is the third day of his ten-day fast."
"I'll stay for ten days," Kishan replied.
"You cannot stay here, but you can stay elsewhere and write a short application to Baba requesting darshan. I'll forward it to him and see what he says."
Kishan agreed and wrote out his heart's petition, then and there. As he finished, Baidul happened to pass, and took Kishan's letter to Baba and told him about the man from Rawalpindi. Baba sent word through Baidul that Kishan could see him from a distance of 200 yards for two minutes, but Kishan should not bow down to him.
Kishan Singh, of course, agreed, and Baidul led him to the gate of Baba's residence, again reminding him not to bow down or even to bow his head, but simply to fold his hands to Baba when he appeared on the upstairs terrace. Kishan Singh was led to the gate of the Jubilee Hills bungalow and Baba came out of the house onto the balcony. Here is Kishan Singh's description of what he saw:
It is still beyond my power to explain or write what I saw in Baba when he appeared. Suffice it to say that I simply felt stunned at the very first glance. The luster on Baba's face at once attracted my mind to surrender to him wholeheartedly, regardless of his spiritual attainment — whether he was or was not the Avatar or a Sadguru, or even an ordinary saint or not a saint at all! Baba's smiling countenance cemented the tie of the little love that I then had for him in my heart. His brilliant eyes formed the index for what was in store for me in the near future. In fact, I presently felt the dawning of a New Era in my heart.