If someone happened to bring flowers, she would scold the person for wasting money, asking, "What good are these flowers? Why didn't you buy something like sweets or tea which all can enjoy?"
If Babajan happened to look at someone who was passing by, the person would stand transfixed, gazing at her divine countenance. Restaurant owners and fruit vendors would beg her to visit and offer her whatever she wanted. If Babajan complied, they would consider themselves fortunate.
When Babajan went to the cantonment area, she often visited the house of a Muslim named Shaikh Imam, a watchmaker. Seeing her ragged clothes, Shaikh's mother wished to bathe and dress Babajan in new clothes, but Babajan always refused. One day, however, she relented, and with the utmost difficulty and patience, Shaikh's mother gently bathed the Master and attired her in a new clean robe and undergarments especially stitched for her. This was the last bath Babajan was to have for as long as she lived. Despite this, her body was always fragrant and free from impurities, as if it was being bathed in the wine of love that flowed from her eyes.
Having no permanent place to stay in Poona, at night Babajan would rest alongside any street. She sat for a time near various dargahs (tomb-shrines) in and around Poona: at Dighi, at Wakadia Bagh and near the Panch Pir dargah. There were many ant colonies near the Panch Pir dargah, and the ants would swarm over Babajan, biting her and causing large welts on her body. Yet Babajan remained seated quietly, as if nothing was happening.
One day a man named Kasam V. Rafai went to the Panch Pir shrine, and upon seeing Babajan covered with ants, with Babajan's permission, he attempted to remove them. He was not successful as many of the ants had burrowed into Babajan's skin. Rafai persuaded Babajan to come to his house where, with much difficulty, after applying oil to her body, he removed hundreds of the tiny insects. Throughout this painful ordeal, Babajan barely indicated any discomfort.
After staying temporarily at several different locations throughout Poona, Babajan took up residence under a neem tree near Bukhari Shah's mosque in Rasta Peth. Larger crowds began to congregate there, and Babajan was hampered by the limited space around her. Her followers implored her to change her seat, but Babajan replied cryptically, "One devil is here. Unless and until I get rid of him, it is not possible for me to move an inch."