When the watchman changed, though Baba would appear to be sleeping soundly, he would suddenly snap his fingers to ask what was the commotion. The person departing would whisper into the ear of the next watchman the number of minutes that Baba had snored, since Baba would ask each morning how long he had actually slept. But Baba's "sleep" was something quite distinct. Just as it appeared that he was finally dropping off to sleep, he would suddenly ask about one of his lovers, inquire about the person's family, children and general welfare. Or, he might ask about a certain person in Pakistan and whether he had gotten the job he had applied for. Baba would instruct Bhau to write the person the next day and inquire; or he might tell the watchman to write someone a note about some seemingly mundane personal matter, whose real import was known only to Baba. Each night would pass like this — the God-Man sleeping very little, remembering his lovers in all parts of the world and undoubtedly, in his own way, seeing to their welfare.
During the hot summer in Poona, the doors and windows of Baba's room remained tightly closed as was his wish. Being inside his room, one felt like one was inside an oven! It was stifling for one to remain inside for a long time. Baba would not allow even the smallest opening of the windows, much to the discomfort and dismay of the watchmen. Yet in winter, when one needed three blankets to keep warm, Baba would use only a thin white sheet which would become soaked with perspiration. His pillows and bedspread had to be changed often due to perspiration.
It was a scorching summer that year in Poona, and even at night it was hot. On one occasion, while Bhau was on nightwatch, he was sitting in a corner of Baba's room perspiring profusely; Baba was also perspiring as he lay on the bed.
“”After some time, Baba sat up and asked him, "What are you thinking?"
Bhau replied, "Nothing, Baba," though he had been thinking that it was unbearably hot outside and even more so inside Baba's room. "Why does Baba wish all the doors, windows and ventilators closed as soon as he retires for the night?" Bhau wondered.
“”Baba looked at him and commented, "I am feeling very cold tonight."
Bhau was taken aback and immediately replied, "No, Baba, it is terribly hot in here!"
