This answer was immediately acceptable to the child, and she gave a deep sigh of satisfaction and wore a happy expression on her face.
When Baba once told her, "I love you very much," Shireen went over and whispered in his ear, "I love you even more." Whenever Mehera or someone else would give her a gift, sweets or a toy, she would run to offer it first to Baba. And to please her, Baba would partake of the sweets (otherwise, because of his diabetes, he was not eating sweets) and play with the toys.
On occasion, Baba would make Shireen sing and tell him jokes. When Baba would have soup in the afternoons, he would give it to her to finish.
In her words, about her time with her "favorite uncle," Shireen recollected:
Baba made me feel very loved. He gave me lots of attention, which of course delighted me. I thought he was so wonderful — my loving uncle, a magician, and all-knowing God. I felt I could ask him anything, and he always answered my questions at my level, the level of a child, but at the same time he treated each question seriously. I pestered him a lot.
During our stay in India, Baba made me feel I could do whatever I wanted. He spoiled me and I knew that I was being spoiled, but I really liked it. I just wanted to be with him. I only wanted to be with Baba, all the time.
Kaikobad used to sit on Baba's right inside the hall, and Baba would remark to Dara, "He sees me as I really am."
Baba asked Dara about his work and commented, "It must be cold in England now."
Dara said, "You get used to it, Baba."
Baba pretended to shiver and gestured, "You are a brave lad. I couldn't do it!"
Dara was gradually losing his sight to the same ailment which afflicted Lyn Ott, and Baba asked about it. Dara said that it was all right, but he had trouble seeing at dusk when it was turning dark. But, fortunately, some people who lived nearby took the same route as he did and helped him get home.
Baba consoled his nephew, "Don't worry, Dara. My nazar is on you." He also added, "I will find the right wife for you."