After the discourse Baba would wash the feet of a poor man who was brought from some neighboring village. The man would stand on a stool while Baba, seated before him, would wash his feet, wipe them dry and then put His head on them. After this a small amount of money was given to him as a gift. As soon as this was over and the floor cleaned up, the doors of the meeting room would be closed. All who were there would stand up, including Baba who would hold Kaikobad's hands, and then Harry would repeat the Parvardigar and Repentance Prayers at the top of his voice. This sent thrills up our spines. Never having heard anyone recite a prayer with the volume that Harry did, it was a great surprise to us. Once I asked Harry whether he was praying or fighting with God. His reaction to this comment of mine was that the very next day when he had to repeat the prayers, he spoke them almost in a whisper. Baba raised a serious face and stopped Harry half way through the prayer. He was asked why he had suddenly adopted a new method of prayer. He said, "I do not want to disturb the auditory apparatus of our new visitors." Baba looked at Cowas and me and we felt that it was better if the earth below our feet gave way at that instant and swallowed us. Baba asked Harry to repeat the prayer as usual After it was over Baba said, "Prayer should be from the heart, it does not matter whether it is said loudly or softly. It should be natural. For Harry it is natural to say it loudly. If he had to say it softly it would not be natural for him."

After Harry's prayer Baba would usually go for a short walk on the Meherazad private road. I usually held an umbrella over His head while Cowas carried a chair for Him. Now and then Baba would rest awhile. Harry was always ready with jokes. As soon as he started talking, Baba would be all smiles and when it was over He would shake with silent laughter. Padri would click Harry 's camera often, and he would develop the film and give the prints to Baba in just one minute! Sometimes, instead of these walks, Baba would take us to His house where Mani would play Qawwali records. Baba would sit enjoying them while I would hardly understand a word of the song. Baba would often ask whether I understood the song and my reply would always be in the negative. He would often give explanations, a few of which are mentioned later.

The morning sessions would thus wind up at 11 a.m. Lunch was then served. A short rest and Baba would be back with us. Most of the afternoon was spent in playing cards. It is difficult to interpret Baba's actions, but on two occasions, referring to the game of cards, He said, “You do not know