When Bhau was with Baba during nightwatch, Baba would ask about the letters received. One day Bhau answered, "All of the letters seek just one thing — your darshan, and you do not give it!"
Explaining, Baba replied, "My work is different. It is not my work to travel continuously and hold darshan programs simply to allow people to bow down at my feet. It is not my work to give long discourses, to perform miracles, or to attract crowds to me. I do not come for this. I come for all; I come to awaken all!
"Never before in any age have I given as much darshan to people as I have given during this advent. And still you and others complain! My darshan is something quite distinct."
He continued to explain, "You have no idea what I am really doing. The more you stretch a bow, the greater the distance the arrow will fly and the harder it will hit the target. I am in seclusion now, yes, but I am drawing back my bow farther and farther so that when I release the arrow of my love, it will strike deep and wound the hearts of all. The wounds will make them have my darshan continuously. They will have that longing for me, and that is my real darshan . "
Baba concluded, "I am working in seclusion to give the world my darshan. It is this darshan that will have meaning for those who love and know me."
Still, as his lovers went from place to place spreading his message, a greater and greater number of letters were received from people asking for darshan. Baba would hear these letters as they were read aloud in mandali hall, those in English and Gujarati by Eruch, and the Hindi ones by Bhau. Those in Persian were read by Aloba.
During this period, an entire week passed by, during which Bhau had no opportunity to read aloud those letters forwarded to him. On the morning of the eighth day, Bhau took the considerable stack of letters with him into the hall, thinking that that day Baba would hear them and dictate suitable replies.
Baba looked at him and gestured, "Today, I have got a headache; you reply to them."
As soon as he conveyed this, a thought came into Bhau's mind: "What sort of God is he? His lovers are really great. They do not want anything spiritual or material from him; they only want his darshan. And he says, 'No darshan!' Then they expect a few loving words from him directly, and he says, 'You reply!' "