"What! You were here — you did come on time; we had a cup of tea — you even signed the register, the duty book, that you were taking charge of the train!" Then the master called the clerk who had brought the tea, saying, "Didn't he share the tea with us?" The clerk said "Yes." (Later, many others confirmed they saw the guard on the train). And then it struck the guard: he knew he had not been there, he had been absorbed in the bhajans. He said to himself, "Who could have been here in my place? It must have been the Lord Himself who came, who had a cup of tea, who signed the duty and took charge of the train...while His devotee was absorbed in loving Him!" Becoming aware of this, then and there he tendered his resignation. "That's it, that's the end of my career." From then on, all he could do was write "Krishna, Krishna" everywhere, and utter His name, going from place to place, remembering Him and glorifying Him constantly.

We came to hear of this Krishna Mast. Baba wanted to contact him and from here he went right up into North India in search of him. For two days we were at a place where he had stationed himself — it was called Nahan’s Gate. We would search for him, but he was so restless, so active that we'd just miss him. He'd be somewhere for moment, and when we went there and inquired, people would say, "Yes, he was here but he must have gone." We spent two days like this, roaming about the town. The mast was so restless he’d just wander about writing the name of Krishna everywhere (it was on our resthouse wall too), or calling "Krishna, Krishna, Krishna!" — trying to find Him. Where could he get hold of Him, how could he come across Him? He was anxious for the Lord of the time, and Meher Baba was also anxious to reach His lover. And we also were restless, wandering about, and we could not get hold of him for two days. Then on the third day Baba said, "Let's have another try, we'll find him today."

Just as we started out of the gate of our resthouse, we heard the words "Krishna, Krishna, Krishna." We looked and sure enough, from a distance we could hear him coming. He caught sight of Baba's figure and at the same moment Baba saw him. He came rushing towards Baba and they both embraced, inseparably. It was a sight for the gods to see! The lover and the Beloved in a tight embrace... rolling on the main road. It was very difficult too for us to disentangle them, to separate them. Such is the love of the Lord for the lover--that's how the lover comes across the Beloved, when the longing is intense and sincere. That is the story of the Krishna Mast who had lost all consciousness of the world in search of his Lord. And the Lord eventually found him; the lover not only found his Beloved but had a tight embrace from Him. Baba kissed him, caressed him. We had a hard time separating them. Then we left.

The Divine Beloved comes for us, he wants us to caress Him, He wants us to love Him, He longs for our love. Then, when He creates love in us, we long for Him, loving Him too. Its all interplay, interchange of love. What else do you want?

In early 1949, when living at 45 Pandara Road, New Delhi, I was learning Hindi shorthand and for this purpose I used to go on a bike daily to the shorthand academy at Connaught Place, a distance of about ten miles from my residence. One day I fell victim to an accident near the academy, when at about 8 a.m. a cyclist, coming in at a rushing speed from the opposite direction but on the wrong side, collided with my bicycle. I fell unconscious on the road from my cycle. A number of men gathered on the spot I was lying, but being a lady, no one would come to my aid, touch me or lift me up. Suddenly, as my information goes, a lady wearing a green sari came in a black car and she lifted me up with my broken arm and took me to Lady Hardings Hospital, New Delhi.