A Mother's Heart

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AUM SAI RAM

"A mother's

heart is as soft as butter…" as the saying goes. This happens to be so very

true when we speak of the heart of Our Loving Sai Mother.

It was in

November 1990. We arrived at Prasanti Nilayam by coach from the airport. Late

in the evening, we stood in a line in front of the Western canteen. We waited

there patiently for supper. An elderly lady jumped the queue. She abruptly

squeezed herself in between me and the lady standing before me. 'Sairam! Sairam!'

I uttered. 'I am so hungry!' she said. 'It's ok, Mausi!' I replied, allowing

her to snuggle comfortably in the line. 'What do they serve as food?' she

asked. I gave her a brief account of the various dishes and added 'you have to

pay a nominal sum of money for the meal.' At this, she became very angry. 'No!

I am not going to pay for the meal! Is this an ashram or not? Baba is God or

not? I have incurred so many expenses to come here…' She went on and on until I

stopped her. 'Listen, Mausi, you are hurting the feelings of Baba. He is omnipresent

and He is listening to you. Please stop it! Let me pay for your meal!'

Later, she

told me that she had come to Parthi to give a letter to Baba. Her grandson had

a brain tumour. Her daughter had written to Baba. All of a sudden, I became

worried for her. I wondered whether Baba would take her letter after the

incident in front of the canteen. He must be very angry or at least, he must be

very upset.

The

following day, I met the elderly lady again. 'You look very happy, Mausi!'

'Yes, I am very happy indeed, beti!' she replied. 'After morning darshan, I sat

under the veranda. A seva dal came up and I told her that I had to give a

letter to Baba. As a matter of fact, it was raining heavily in the morning, the

letter was completely soaked and my daughter's handwriting had washed out entirely.

At that very moment, Baba came out. I stood up. He stood by my side. He

lovingly held my hands in his and politely asked me what the problem was. I

explained everything to him. He listened attentively. His heart melted like

butter. He told me that my grandson will be ok. He materialised 'vibhuti' and

poured it in my palm.'

Well, dear

readers, I was spell bound! So much Love! So much Compassion! Baba had earlier,

in October 1990 said to other elders gathered under the veranda. -" When you

come to your mother's house ,it is your mother's duty to fill your heart and

your hand, make you happy and make you go!" Our Sai Mother is the very

embodiment of selfless Love and of unlimited forgiveness- an example for all of

us, mothers, to follow. JAI SAI RAM

At the

Lotus Feet of Sai

Anita