Baba came to the dais at 7:45 A .M. Today was the darshan day for Hamirpur district lovers. These poor people had spent much money on their travel, had suffered from the heat in cramped discomfort in their buses, and lived in a large communal building in Poona where they would cook their own food after returning from Baba's darshan. This food consisted of chapattis (unleavened wheat bread) which they ate with a piece of onion or with some lentils. These men and women were hardy people, who must toil ceaselessly for their simple needs. Living in ram-shackle houses with poor ventilation and primitive sanitation, how they subsist on a few hundred calories a day is beyond medical conception. Their greatest possession was their love for Baba and this love cascaded in torrents from their hearts. They came to Baba and bowed down, drinking the nectar of His love for only a few seconds. At times about ten lovers had darshan in one minute. For these few seconds with Baba, they would sacrifice their all. What they saw and imbibed in those few seconds they would treasure for a lifetime, for few can even dream that they will be given such an opportunity again. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. "
One of the lovers had composed a poem for the occasion of this sahavas. He asked Baba whether he could sing it. Baba agreed, and he sang his love song to Baba on the mike.
There was no Qawaali program this time, but during darshan time singing of Baba-bhajans and ghazals by various groups could be heard, accompanied by the usual Indian musical instruments. A small stage was specially erected for the purpose.
During the thick of the darshan, one lover, while awaiting his turn near the Beloved of his heart, collapsed and fell to the ground. He was restored to consciousness and had darshan of Baba.
Only once during these six days did Baba accept a garland from one of the Hamirpur lovers and put it round his neck with his own hands. All other garlands were placed by the lovers on Baba's feet.
At 10:40 arti was sung. Even before the last lines were sung, Baba asked Eruch and me to help Him stand. He waved and hurried off the dais and just sagged down in His wheel chair. Baba's whole frame shook. We massaged His limbs but I am sure we could not relieve His suffering even a little bit.
A few words about Baba's suffering would not be out of place here. Baba, as the Avatar (Christ), simultaneously lives and experiences both the "I am God" state and "I am human" state.