our well-being―asking us how we felt, how we slept, etc. Baba said that today would be for formal items of discussion so we could devote the rest of the time to more important matters such as spiritual discussion and discourses which He has given lately but which have not yet been printed.

Soon after, Baba took us for a walk showing us the garden—flowers and fruit trees. “All this," he said, "is the work of Mehera.” Many of these flowers and trees are not found elsewhere near the vicinity nor at Ahmednagar. It is certainly a beautiful garden. Soon we returned to the Hall. Baba discussed with me my coming to India next September. But for the next 8 months Baba will remain in seclusion with no one to see Him or write to Him unless for very important reasons; He will call whomever He wants. He stressed this point as an order.

The big meeting that was to have been held Dec. 4th was cancelled. Instead He sent for 100 selected poor farmers with families from around the neighboring section of Meherazad, to receive his prasad on Dec. 2nd.

Baba graciously wanted to give us 6 days instead of 5, so He did this by extending our daily stay with Him for 1 or 2 hours a day to make up a 6th day. "No positive promise for next day—only the 'Now' is sure," He repeated every day. After this morning's activities we had lunch, followed by discourses. During Baba's rest period around the noon hour we visited with the Mandali. Soon we joined Baba again for more discourses; a few humorous stories were sandwiched in and Baba reacted to them with joy.

We returned to Ahmednagar at 5 P.M. to meet Adi Sr. and Sarosh Irani, then back to Meherabad. Don and Padri were on hand, as usual. We had a light supper for we had had a heavy lunch at Meherazad. Naja, Baba's cousin, is Baba's cook and she provided delicious meals with her loving hands. We spent the evening in the company of Don, Padri, and Meherjee. Discussions, humorous stories, etc.—time joyfully spent. Around 10 P.M. we retired for the night. I could not sleep more than 4 hours at a stretch so by 2:30 or 3:00 A.M. I was wide awake, writing letters or notes, waiting for the dawn.

Wednesday, Nov. 30th—Meherjee was ready to take us early to Meherazad, and as soon as we arrived Baba called us to the Hall. After some discussion and discourses Baba took us to His home. Music was played on the phonograph and Baba interpreted it for us. These songs were by the Sufi poets. While the music was playing Baba's head and body swayed from