When Baba's car stopped near Khushru Quarters, he put his hand out the window for each person to kiss. Feram came and handed over a few more letters and telegrams meant for Meherazad. Knowing Baba was in seclusion, Gokaran did not approach further, but someone informed Baba of his presence and he was called forward. Baba held out his hand to him and lovingly caressed his cheek. For the first time, Gokaran had the opportunity of seeing Baba's face at close quarters and looking into his eyes. It was a sight that touched his heart and which he never forgot! Because of Baba's seclusion, had he not halted, Gokaran would never have been fortunate enough to have that glimpse of him.
Baba had the car stopped again at the D.S.P. corner on the Aurangabad Road, where Lata and about 20 others were waiting. They too were granted the privilege of kissing Baba's hand. Baba looked exhausted during and after the journey, but like a weather vane, the appearance of his health changed every moment. One moment his face would be a radiant, pink-colored rose and the next a withered flower. Although the universal burden was surely weighing upon his shoulders, amidst his infinite suffering, rays of infinite bliss were sometimes seen shining.
Baba reached Meherazad where festoons embellished the doorways in welcome, and colored chalk decorated the threshold of the main house. Baba took Kaka in his embrace, and Meherazad once again blossomed at having the privilege of sheltering the Beloved.
