appearance — most of all in appearance. It is a divine art to look always cheerful, it helps others.”

Every morning, someone brings flowers to our room. Khorshed tells us that the bark of Neem tree is good for the teeth and the leaves for the nerves. The light leaf is dedicated to Ram and the dark leaf to Krishna. The leaves brew good tea for tired people.

July 29th. Jean and I had a joint interview with Baba. He asked us about everybody, Minta (my sister) especially. He said He would summon a meeting to do with publishing the revised Discourses edited by Mr. Purdom, which I had brought with me. He said He would take care of our health.

July 30th - August 4th. There followed three separate interviews on alternate days. At the first of these Baba asked me to tell Him everything that had happened to me during the separation. As always happens on these occasions, it doesn’t seem necessary to say anything — one forgets anyway. The only important thing was being in Baba's loving presence. However, I did say that I was unhappy about the way I worked for Him. I did not feel adequate in the way I conveyed Him to others. He listened intently and gravely to all that I had to say. Then He spelled on His board that thence onwards I would work for Him 100% to His satisfaction and my own peace of mind. He instructed me to write to several people giving them all His news. He told us we were to leave in the middle of October for England. I was to stay two months in London and then go on to Panama. The rest was not yet settled.

August 5th. Elizabeth arrived back from a trip to the U.S. She and Norina are to stay here until we go to Pimpalgaon. Baba has given me Vitamins A, B, C, D, to take. This is apart form Nilu's prescriptions.

August 6th. We all got up at 4 a.m. to go to the cinema. I had a temperature and felt ill but Kitty said Baba would be displeased if I did not make the effort to go. Groups of women joined us at the cinema at 6 a.m. The picture is "Gaslight." Baba was very sweet and said I should not have come.

August 7-21st. Baba has gone away on a mast tour and we do not see Him till we go again to the cinema on August 22nd. This early rising and retiring is part of the life discipline. Our little maid Babu is so charming. She also goes to the cinema and comes up in the evenings when we play the gramophone. She is quite a little actress. One night there was quite an uproar when Kitty and Katie thought a stray dog was mad. Up rushed Babu — vividly talking and pantomiming the scene. We heard the following instructive story of the mast Mohammed. He kept demanding that Baba should produce his wife (no one knew if he had one). Eventually, Baba had to humor him and said that Moh ammed would see her that afternoon. Baba had a woman from the village dressed to look like an awful old hag and presented her to Mohammed as his wife. This completely cured him of his desire and he never referred to it again. Thus does Baba comply with an insistent desire, in order to make the person free from that desire.

Baba now called us to stay with Him at the house in Ahmednagar until Pimpalgaon was ready. We seemed lifted into a different vibration, being so close to Him in day-to-day life, I ceased to make notes. All our thoughts and love and endeavors focussed only on Baba. It is always an amazing and unforgettable experience to live like this. All time and space are here where He treads the earth.

Jean did some typing and editing of the new Discourses. I had to read thrillers at any hour Baba wished. Sometimes He would start walking about all round the house and insisted, much to the amusement of the others, that I walk behind Him still reading. The newspaper was passed around every morning and in the evenings when we all sat with Him in the garden, He would ask us to tell him the current world events. We also had to tell him jokes and funny stories. At last, Pimpalgaon was ready and we moved to this lovely new Centre, called "Meherazad" ("Meher Free"). The villa rather resembled a Swiss chalet; it was a four-room bungalow which Norina, Elizabeth, Jean and I