On August 27th, Baba and the group with him left Satara by two cars, the luggage following by bus with the men mandali, and we arrived the same day in Meherabad where Baba and all of us stayed for ten days.

About this time the terrible trouble in the Punjab was at its worst, and whether this had anything to do with it or not, I do not know, but the day after Baba returned to Meherabad, he suddenly got ill and had quite a severe attack of broncho-pneumonia, with temperature, which lasted several days. Dr. Don and Dr. Nilu looked after him. When there is trouble on this plane or other planes, Baba's mood also gets affected and he starts digging and poking at everyone. The men mandali get the brunt, of course, but as Baba once said to me in Quetta in 1945, we were extremely fortunate if he did occasionally throw his mood on us. How many times in the early days did I observe this with his great friend and disciple, beloved Dadachanji.

On September 10, 1947, Baba left the ashram for Pimpalgaon with Mehera, Mani, Meheru, Goher, Norina and Elizabeth. The rest of us remained on Meherabad Hill. As I was not at Pimpalgaon for the next few months, I will read a letter that Elizabeth wrote to Delia in Panama:

"Dear Delia:

"Baba had told me that you have written that you feel cut off and have received no letter from here in a long time. Indeed I know how you feel; and as I feel so privileged to be here that I shall try to keep you more regularly informed. At the same time, I have sent word over to Kitty to write you, knowing that anything she would say would be quite different, as she and Rano are staying at Meherabad; and Norina and I are at Pimpalgaon. We can only communicate, by order, to one another through Mani writing to Naja; otherwise no chit-chat letters permitted. The note from Mani is then given to the man who delivers the milk from Meherabad here by bicycle; and twice a day going back and forth is 64 miles bicycling a day—just to impress you!

"Baba has been on a number of mast trips to the north, the last one to Mount Abu. All along the route were refugees and evacuees, an unbelievable number at that time. Yet consciously or unconsciously they came in contact with Baba; without their sufferings and struggles, would they have ever come in his spiritual atmosphere and contact?