On another occasion we visited the zoo in Regents Park and how the parrots and parakeets greeted Baba and Mabel! Mabel was showing Baba around. It was impossible to carry on a second conversation — shout as one may. One afternoon was spent at the Victoria and Albert Museum, South Kensington, looking at the fine collection of stuffed animals in the main entrance hall. From there a taxi to Westminster Abbey to the tomb of the Unknown Warrior. There Baba paused and said — Chanji interpreting — that he was fortunate Baba had been there. This he repeated twice.

We took a cab from the museum to Oxford Circus and by Central Underground Tube went on to Shepherds Bush — (30 miles). The intricate network of tubes that branched forth in all directions from London fascinated our friends tremendously on this and other visits. Although in those first days I felt somewhat self-conscious moving around London with a group from the East, I should have been more conscious of the tremendous privilege.

Most are familiar with the fine photographs of Baba taken by Imai, a Japanese photographer, during this stay in London and later distributed in the U.S. and India.

There were of course the necessary visits to the American Consul for visas to the various countries and to the U.S.

Short intervals in between were not wasted. With Baba there are no wasted moments — no moments of unimportance. This I realized fully much later. He found time to occasionally call my parents in whose home he was a guest. What joy one experiences when, without warning, one is suddenly called — from the cooking pot, the telephone, an argument or a siesta — or before dawn to admire the sunrise! The last was such a joy!! Was there a smile or a frown? Alas, familiarity and living for some length of time with a Master has its tests and one assumes or takes lightly what is a supreme privilege.

On this occasion, Baba sent for Mother and asked her if she had anything she would like to ask. She sat down in front of him, looking a little shy, her hands folded on her lap and her head bent down slightly, and said in a quiet voice, "How should I address you — Lord Baba?" Baba gave her a most beautiful smile.

Her question was "How best can I help the old folks at the home for the aged which I have in the district?" Baba thought a moment and said, "I will see them." "They are seventy and eighty years or more and could not come to you," Mother replied. "Take me to them," Baba said. Chanji was sent up the road to hail a taxi and off went Baba, Mother, Chanji and Ali.