"I don't know anything about plays," Bhau protested. "I am not a writer."
Baba replied, "This is not my order, but try."
Bhau felt relieved, as Baba had said it was not his order; but in the evening, when he went to Baba's room for nightwatch, Baba asked, "How many pages did you write?"
Surprised, Bhau replied, "Not a single one."
"Why not?"
"It was not your order, Baba."
"Yes, it was not my order — but I said to try? That was my order."
So Bhau began to write. He would write in the daytime, and Baba would come to his room and ask him to read aloud a few pages. Baba had given the title as Divya Leela (Divine Game). As it was being read, although it was not very good, Baba would gesture, "Wonderful! Wonderful!"
During nightwatch at this time, two incidents occurred. Bhau's health too had deteriorated. He was having terrible anal-fistula trouble and could not sit for long periods. There was constant throbbing pain and discharges of pus.
One night, the moment he entered Baba's room, Baba asked him to massage his legs. Bhau sat on a stool by the bed, and Baba lay close to the side. Bhau began massaging Baba, even though the pressure on Bhau's fistula was great. Gradually, Baba would shift to the other side of the bed, and Bhau had to continue pressing. The further away Baba moved, the more pressure and pain Bhau felt.
When Baba was completely on the other side of the bed, Bhau picked up his stool and moved to the other side. Baba did not like it and gradually he would move back across the bed. Again, Bhau took the stool to the first side. Finally, Baba positioned himself in the middle of the bed, and Bhau had to bend over and massage his body for a long time, causing the rectal pain to be felt more intensely.
Baba did not let up. He would often remind Bhau, "Use more pressure. Do it harder. Are you sleeping? Don't you have any energy today? Didn't you have supper?"
Thus it went on for four hours, with Baba adding fuel to the fire, and Bhau continuing to massage his legs. Not once did Baba sit up.
In this state, these thoughts came into Bhau's mind: "People call Baba the Ocean of Mercy, but he is the Ocean of Cruelty! However cruel a man may be, he can't possibly be crueler than him! Baba knows that I have this trouble, and yet, he is doing this deliberately to cause me more pain. Even an ordinary man would have taken pity on me, but he, being God, has no such consideration."