Masts have a volcano of love within themselves. One mast would smoke beedies [cheroots] and then pass them on to me. I would puff on them, because I would not refuse a mast's offering. He would go on giving me beedies until I felt giddy. At last, I would throw away the beedi after one puff.
We usually went to meet masts at night, for we were sure there would be no disturbance from their followers at that time. During the day, we would be traveling, and at night we would be seeing the masts. Thus, the mandali hardly got any sleep or rest.
Once, we arrived at a dak bungalow for a night's rest, which was rare during these travels. The keeper said it was not possible for him to permit us to stay, as the executive officer was residing in it. After much argument, he agreed to give us a room if the officer permitted. One of the mandali got his sanction, and we occupied a room. It was 9:00 P.M., and all were happy to go to sleep at once. The officer in the next room was busy with his work and had a ceiling fan going due to the heat. The fan was making a creaking noise, and I felt disturbed. I asked Eruch to go ask him to turn off the fan. The officer felt annoyed at our audacity, but finally agreed to turn it off. After some time, I could not stand the noise of his movements in the room, and sent Eruch to tell him that it would be better if he stopped making noise. This was the last straw for the man. In his fury, he forgot that he could drive us out of the bungalow, and acceded to the request to be quiet. Next morning, much to the amazement of the keeper, the officer came to me to pay his respects, when he found out it was I who had been the cause of his fury.
Eruch said, "As a rule, Baba would not bear even the slightest noise made by the mandali while he rested, although he would not be disturbed by moving trains when he slept on railway platforms during such tours. Once, when Baba and the mandali were sleeping on a platform, a thief, in order to evade the police, took cover and slept among us. When Baba traveled by car, it would always be filled to capacity with the mandali and luggage. And yet, Baba would stop the car often to give a lift to an old man or woman on the road."