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AUM SAI RAM 

On 17.02.2009, I reached Hindustan Airport with a friend, Kamla at three in the morning. We booked a pre-paid cab which we shared with two Mauritian couples and set out on our journey to the Abode of Supreme Peace. Except for a minor incident where the cab driver lost his way, the trip monitored by the invisible hands of the Lord, was smooth sailing.

At the break of dawn, we set our feet on the holy land of Prasanti. My eyes were thirsty for the sweet Lord Sai Chandra. I was craving to bask in his divine darshan. We hurried to the accommodation office for a room in the ashram.

Unfortunately, we were told that there was no room available. We were offered accommodation in a shed where 30 people were housed.

 ‘Only couples are given rooms’, the accommodation officer said harshly,’ all unaccompanied ladies will go to the shed!’

I was flabbergasted:

‘Am I to be blamed if my husband is not with me, O Lord?’

The two Mauritian couples were allotted a room each immediately and we had to decide then and there whether we would go to the shed or to a hotel outside the ashram. The decision was entirely ours. The officer had said his last word.

Upset and worn out, I told Kamla:

‘Let’s go to a hotel!’

I wondered what the Lord wanted to teach me by this experience. I had said before, in my last book that the days of the shed were over. I had climbed the ladder to VIP line. I was aware that Baba did not approve that women travel or come to Prasanti alone. This was the reason I had asked Kamla to accompany me. I would never do anything to disobey or to displease him.

As we were leaving N8, the building which housed the accommodation office, two women came up to me and asked whether we would like to share a room. The accommodation officer had told them that he could give a room to a group of four women.  Baba was putting me to the test again. I knew it. We agreed to share a room without further ado.  We introduced ourselves. They were Angela and Maria from Venezuela and we were Kamla and Anita from Mauritius. Complete strangers, Baba had brought us together, under his loving care, to blossom like the flowers of the same creeper in the garden of Paradise. Like the affectionate mother, he had found a solution to our accommodation problem. He would not let us go alone to a hotel. He was all protective. Hundreds of devotees had arrived from the four corners of the world, yet he had time for each one of us. He was attending to each devotee. He was solving every problem.

At the very sight, a divine current ran between us and our two Venezuelan room-mates. We blended so easily that we felt that we had known each other for many lives before. We were thankful to the Lord for these two weeks of togetherness, sharing and love.

 

The ways of the Lord continued to baffle me. The accommodation officer was only a puppet in the hands of Baba. He was a puppet who was opening many avenues and doors for me. My journey was limitless and beyond all frontiers. Had the accommodation officer offered a room to Kamla and me alone, I would not come across and befriend these beautiful souls.

Whatever the Lord gives us is to be received with love and piety. We should never entertain negative thoughts about anybody or any incident which comes across our path. His invisible hands are always and in all ways at play to teach us how to curb our ego and how to become better human beings

At the Lotus Feet of SAI

Anita

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