Japanese lady who was looking at the books in the stall with great interest and when we spoke to her about Baba, she said she had read about Him. Numerous others of different nationalities, British, American, Japanese, French, Viet-Namese, Polish and Russians visited the stall and bought a booklet or two.
Observing the reactions of visitors, it was obvious how the sense of higher perception varied from soul to soul. The door of perception in some was wide open, in some slightly open and in others just about closed. One evening an old gentleman with a beard like that of a Sikh (later on we found he was not a Sikh) stood near the stall for a long time looking at Baba's photographs and attentively listening to all that we were saying to the various groups of visitors. When the crowd went away, we asked him whether he had heard about Baba and whether he would like to buy some booklets. Addressing Mona, he said: "Beti (daughter), I can see who He is. One glimpse of Him is equivalent to reading all the books in the world about Him. I would love to buy all these wonderful books, but I have no money. So give me only a few booklets for which I can pay." Collecting a few pamphlets he retreated backwards bowing to Baba and all of us.
At another time we saw a person looking like a Mast in dirty, torn and tattered clothes approaching the stall, gazing at Baba with wide-open eyes and a look of intense longing. He picked up "God Speaks" from the counter and put it to his head saying, "Oh, Bhagavan" (God). When we gave him some money for tea, he bought some cigarettes in the nearby shop, came back and stood in front of the stall looking at Baba while chain-smoking.
Invariably the children were attracted to our stall by Baba's photographs and His pictures on the books all over the stall. They would come running with their parents chasing them, push through the crowds and stand watching Baba and listening to our talk. One or two incidents of these innocent souls were really touching. Once a youngster of about 6 or 7 years was keenly listening to our Baba talk in broken Hindi, looking at His photos. After the crowd lessened he stood up on his toes and picked up the Hindi pamphlet "Bhakti Yoga," reading the title slowly. Mona told him that the booklet was all about God. He said he knew and he had just heard about the living God and would like to read more about Him and meet Him. He