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quietly took out a coin, probably from his sweetmeat money, to give to Mona. Mona refused to accept the money and told him that he could have it free. To this the boy said, "No, you must accept it. I saw others paying for it. It is God's book, how can I take it free?" Taking the pamphlet in his hand he sat on the nearby bench reading it and looking at Baba's photograph.

 

Then there was the case of a youngster who, after listening to our talk, started picking at my coat sleeve asking, "Uncle, who is Meher Baba? Uncle, who is Meher Baba? "Beta, He is God incarnate," I told him. “Is He really God? Is He really? How beautiful He looks,” he remarked. On my confirmation he questioned further "Uncle, is He alive? Where is He?" I told him "He is alive. He stays in Meherazad near Ahmednagar." "Uncle, I want to see Him, really I want to see Him so much. Will you take me to Him?" he entreated. I pacified the child by saying "If one yearns for Him he will meet Him one day. " In the meanwhile, the parents whom he refused to accompany had cooly walked across and settled down in the adjoining restaurant for a cup of coffee. Mona had exactly the same situation with two young schoolgirls, who after listening keenly about Baba remarked, "What bright and powerful eyes He has!" They visited the stall twice beseeching Mona to tell them more about Baba. During all this time the mother was standing by indifferently enjoying an ice candy. One can see Baba loves children so much. They are so blessedly innocent.

 

Dating Youngsters

It was really amazing how mischievous youngsters, both boys and girls, came to the stall to pick up a conversation or admire Mona's hair style or Sister Kusum's latest coat cut. One evening when Sister Kusum was on duty a gang of young college students with tight-fitting trousers, colorful ties and Edwardian coats, came asking what it was all about. After Sister Kusum gave a little talk about Baba, one of the youngsters asked her where she lived, and when they could meet her again to hear some more of her interesting talk. Sister Kusum, sensing what they were about, told them that they could meet her on Sunday at the Satsang (center meeting). Without a word they retraced their steps, saying "Note down the address, chaps; we must attend the Satsang of Meher Baba without fail."

 

On another occasion some other youngsters interrupted Mona's talk to ask her her nationality. To which Mona said sternly, "When I am talking about my Master, please don't interrupt. What does it matter what my

 

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