he made us run! He bowled us all out. Even so, he was careful that one or two of us did not overdo it. It was wonderful to see Baba with children — this time Zilla and Ali — and to see how at ease they felt and enjoyed the fun. Baba suggested an Indian game called Seven Tiles. This consisted of setting up a pile of stones one on top of the other and trying to knock them all down with a ball in one throw. As we played, all shyness and aloofness melted in the playmate — the Teacher was forgotten.

Suddenly Baba's mood changed. He beckoned a few to follow him and led the way to a rounded stone a little distance away. There he sat down and bade the others sit on the ground in front. Writes one who was present, "Tenderness, compassion, radiance and love flowed from him and love flowed towards him. Time and place dissolved, thoughts of tomorrow were brushed aside. It was an extraordinary experience. It had the qualities of pure love that seemed to be Baba’s most precious gift."

Quickly Baba changed the mood and soon he had us all running along the path that zig-zagged up the steep cliff, plucking wild flowers to give to him. He held them as if they were rare and precious, as he was to do thirty years later — not with flowers but shells — gathered on or walks with him along the beach at the Meher Center, Myrtle Beach, S. C.

As we climbed the cliff — it was now late afternoon — he would stop occasionally to admire the view of the sea, framed by the cliffs, while a sailing ship passed down the channel. Or was it that Baba was making the ascent for some a little easier by these frequent stops! "Surely," wrote one, "Jesus walked thus with his disciples on the Galilean hills in the cool of the evening."

On our return to the retreat, my brother found Rustom lying on his bed rather bored, and Chanji seated cross-legged on his camp bed with a candle and paper still writing!! My brother found it hard to leave such newly found friends as Chanji and Rustom after five days of rush and travel. They were more like brothers to him.

The rest of us were sent by Baba to rest awhile. Then came the summoning by a little bell that it was the hour for meditation. As said before, Baba did not always keep to the four hours meditation whilst we were there. He suggested to Meredith that this was not necessary during his presence with us, but Meredith did not wish to change the routine of the ashram and Baba, the perfect host, did not insist. But Baba enjoined upon all whom he did not wish to meditate, — the younger ones and one or two others, — to keep quiet and not disturb those meditating.