Guest guest Posted April 22, 2007 Report Share Posted April 22, 2007 121. Thereafter, Nana’s earnest, lovable and pure advice aroused in me the desire to go to Shirdi. 122. Nana left only after taking a promise from me “to start immediately”. Then I returned and decided to leave on my journey at an auspicious time. 123. I packed my luggage and made all household arrangements. That very day, in the evening, I started for Shirdi. 124. I thought the evening mail train should stop at Dadar. I, therefore, paid the fare and purchased a ticket for Dadar only. 125. But no sooner than I boarded the train, and while the train was still at Bandra, a Muslim very agilely came into the compartment as the train started to move. 126. The purchase of a ticket to Dadar had almost become an obstacle at the very beginning of my journey – almost like a fly in the ointment. 127. Seeing all my bag and baggage, the Muslim asked me where I was bound. I told him that I was going to Dadar to catch the mail train to Manmad. 128. Then, timely, he warned me not to get down at Dadar, as the mail train would not stop there. He asked me to proceed to Victoria Terminus. 129. Had I not got this timely suggestion, I would not have caught the mail at Dadar. And I do not know then how my fickle mind would have re-acted. 130. But that day was destined for departure. It was a lucky coincidence that this favourable interlude, which I have related, suddenly took place. 131. I reached Shirdi next morning between nine and ten. There (at Shirdi), Bhausaheb Dixit was waiting for me. 132. This happened in the year nineteen hundred and ten. There was then only Sathe’s wada for pilgrims to stay. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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