After staying for several months at Lal Kothi, Tajuddin moved his headquarters to Vaki, a suburb about eleven miles outside of Nagpur. There he lived at the home of a Hindu disciple named Kashinath Rao Patel, who had a large estate. The property was suitable for Tajuddin's purposes, because many gathered there daily for the Master's darshan. Soon a small township sprung up, which Tajuddin referred to as Chhota (Little) Nagpur .
At Chhota Nagpur, Tajuddin rearranged the estate's land into certain sections for his activities. A specific piece that surrounded his abode was kept vacant, which he named Vaki Shariff , meaning the Noble Town. The land was divided into five main sections. Toward the west a quarter of a mile away, Tajuddin had his Dispensary . But it consisted of no medical facilities or doctors; it was a solitary mango tree under which the sick and diseased were told by Tajuddin to stay. By remaining underneath the tree, Tajuddin's patients would be cured automatically. The spiritual physician's nazar (gaze) alone would heal them. Near the "mango dispensary," Tajuddin pointed to a spot and named it Madrassa (School). Students would come seeking Tajuddin's help to pass their examinations, and he would oblige them by instructing them simply to sit in his Madrassa. Inevitably, all the boys and girls who came passed their examinations.
Another barren plot was called the Court . Those who suffered financially, or who faced a lawsuit or court case, were sent to Tajuddin's court. Inevitably, they too found relief. Another place near the Master's seat was called his Mosque . Those who came only for spiritual purposes and who thirsted for the sight of God were sent there.
Toward the north was an open field which Tajuddin named the Parade Ground . Here the Master would send people to do physical exercises which had a spiritual significance. By exercising, or marching back and forth, the Master was preparing his followers to fight the battle with their egos or lower selves. Vaki Shariff became the fairgrounds for a daily spiritual carnival. Every kind of disease or mundane problem was treated by the wine dripping from Tajuddin's loving gaze. His nazar was their solace and remedy, and no one left empty-handed or empty-hearted.
One day at Vaki Shariff while it was raining heavily, Tajuddin, followed by a large crowd, was observed pacing back and forth in the downpour. At one point, he left the grounds and headed towards the road.