A lawyer of Kakinada had been antagonistic to Baba and disclaimed him, saying he had no faith in his Avatarhood, although the entire press was acclaiming Meher Baba as the Avatar. But when he met Baba, his attitude changed and he asked, "May I write something about you, Baba?"
Baba stated, "Write whatever you think about me."
He felt ashamed. The arrow of Baba's omniscience had struck at exactly the right spot. The lawyer became dedicated to Baba's cause thereafter.
Baba embraced all his Andhra workers and lovers. Having completed the programs in Kakinada, Baba, with the mandali, started for Samalkot railway station at 11:00 A.M. on the 4th. Everywhere resounded cries of "Avatar Meher Baba ki jai!" and "Namo Meher Baba, Avatar, Namo Dev Deva!". The Saki had poured copious amounts of Wine in Andhra and every particle was drenched by it. Rich, poor, literate, illiterate, the owner of the bank and its peon, minister and laborer, Hindu and Muslim — Baba had established his seat in the hearts of all. And the reception Andhra accorded the Avatar of the Age will forever remain inscribed in history.
For those who witnessed this spectacle, it is still difficult to describe how Meher Baba's love flowed to humanity. The heart is full at the very memory of those scenes. But it can surely be said that those wishing to see the leela of Wine should visit either Andhra or Hamirpur — for there it can be seen in full force.
"The whole universe belongs to the Avatar," Age observed, "but Andhra and Hamirpur are his special places, where every atom is fragrant with the spilt Wine of his love. What intoxication, what ecstasy was produced at both places! Every speck of dust there is sanctified by the Beloved. He who hears the breathing of a stone, the beating of every heart, for him nothing is impossible! In this age the Avatar chose Andhra and Hamirpur upon which to shower his divine grace."
When Baba and the mandali arrived at Samalkot train station, the entire platform was full of lovers and devotees. Most eyes held tears; most expressions were somber and sorrowful. Some felt lost and despondent and bowed their heads. The train whistle sounded, and Baba stood in the doorway of his compartment and waved. As the train began moving amidst shouts of "JAI AVATAR MEHER BABA!" the whole of Andhra, beside itself with grief, burst into tears.