Every afternoon we played a card game called La Risque with Baba. The first day Baba asked us to join in the game. Not knowing how to play this game, we sat with the others in a circle around Baba. The cards were dealt out and suddenly someone shouted La Risque; before we knew what was happening, our neighbors held our necks, pushed down our heads and rubbed our noses on the floor! Flabbergasted at this game which seemed to have ended before it had begun, we looked aghast at Baba. He and the mandali enjoyed our blank looks. Soon another game followed and then another and another Every minute someone would be having his nose rubbed on the floor. Baba's party invariably won, as Baba who is perfect in every art is also perfect in the art of playing.

After an hour of this game, Baba visited our room to see whether we had sufficient sheets, pillows, etc. Dr. Goher was asked to see to our needs. At 3:30 p.m. each day Baba would go back to His room. The departure was very solemn. All of us would stand up and Baba would bow to us a goodbye from the far end of the meeting hall. We answered with a bow. Baba would then turn and clap. One of the women mandali would immediately answer the call and take Him gently to His room across the garden which separated His house from our rooms. Tea was then served. At 7:45 Baba would come to the meeting hall from His house. The mandali and we would gather around Him and Baba's usual questions would be, "Did you sleep well?" "Have you had your tea?" "Are you keeping good health?" Exactly at 8 a.m. Baba would leave us and go into the room of Kaikobad---one of the mandali. Reference to him has been made by Baba in the 1955 Sahavas and in Listen, Humanity. As soon as Baba entered Kaikobad’s room he clapped, and this meant that pin-drop silence had to be maintained during the half-hour He remained in the room behind closed doors. What happened in that room no one knows. Once I asked Kaikobad about it. He was quite reluctant to tell but ultimately said that Baba would hold his hand and both would sit silently facing each other. This explanation made me none the wiser, but one could sense that some deep spiritual work was being done. For that half-hour all life seemed to be halted. It was a relief to see Baba stepping out of that room and all life begin once again. We would then assemble in the meeting room and after some correspondence work had been attended to, Baba would give a discourse or Eruch would read some article from Mani’s notes. Harry would arrive in the meeting hall at about 9 a.m. He would sit to the right of Baba and had his "baby" (tape recorder) with him always.