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By the time the hospital was reached, I regained a little consciousness and I noticed her helping me with her tender hands to alight from the car. I felt very delighted, when I saw her very, very brilliant face and how lovingly she was caring for me and telling me "Don't worry and be happy." She then started rubbing my broken arm with her hands and took me to Dr. Bali — the doctor on duty at the time -- and asked her to apply a splint to my broken arm then and there. When the splint was being tied by Dr. Bali, she kept on holding my injured arm with her hand. At that time, I not only felt an appreciable relief but it seemed to me that the agonizing pain had already vanished, when that lady, who was not known to me at all, rubbed my arm.

 

In a few minutes the tying of the splint to my arm was over and Dr. Bali asked me to come to the hospital again on the fourth day, when further treatment would be given. Now the lady smilingly asked me whether she could go, to which I said Yes, and she left the place presently, but within a minute it flashed through my mind that I should have thanked her for the humane service so lovingly rendered. Thinking that she was still standing there I hurriedly came out of the dressing room to meet her and express my gratitude for all she had done, but she could not be seen.

 

I then quickly moved to the main entrance gate to ask the chowkidar on duty whether she had passed through on leaving the hospital. On inquiry from him the chowkidar definitely confirmed that no car from inside the hospital compound had passed through the gate within 5 minutes, whereas the total time since she had left me had not exceeded two to three minutes. It was therefore astonishing how she could disappear. Hoping that she might be standing or waiting for me somewhere near where she had parked her car, I hurriedly checked but her car was not there.

 

The degree of disappointment that I then felt over my inability even to thank my benefactor or at least to know her identity is still fresh in my heart. Disappointed, I went back home. There I noticed my injured arm was fully relieved of any necessity for a splint. I then hurriedly removed it and found the arm in perfectly good condition requiring no further visit to Dr. Bali. My story, however, did not end there. A Baba mandali member, Baba Das by name, who used to visit us when coming to Delhi or passing through, came to us one fine morning about two or three days after my accident. I had always liked his visits, as he would give us a talk about Beloved Baba's divinity and His mission on earth, which talk we had always enjoyed immensely, as a nourishing food for our souls.

 

At the very first question Baba Das asked me: "How is your fractured arm?" I was surprised how he came to know of my injury, and therefore straight away asked his source of information or whether Kishan Singh or anybody else from Delhi had written to him. Baba Das started laughing and laughing and said that nobody had written to him about it. Such an evasive attitude of Baba Das was never seen by me before. His continued unwillingness to answer my question, gave an extraordinary push to my growing anxiety to know his source of information about my injury. My repeated requests however yielded only one reply: that he would do so when Kishan Singh and my husband would return home from work.

 

It was a very trying interval for me till they both came home, and I then requested Baba Das to disclose his source of information. After still teasing me for a few minutes more, he asked me first to answer some questions. I agreed, and this conversation began:- "Were you on your bicycle when the accident occurred?"-- "Yes." "Were you picked up lying unconscious on the road, by a lady?"-- "Yes." "Was the lady wearing a green color sari?" -- "Yes." "Did that lady take you to the hospital in her car?" -- "Yes." "Did she rub your injured arm with her hands when you were being taken to the hospital?" -- "True!" "And did that lady ask Dr. Bali to apply a splint to your arm?" -- "Correct!"

 

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