locally printed pamphlets lying in front of the stall. So we started selling them at a nominal price of 5np so that having paid for them people would better appreciate, preserve and probably read them.
The Baba stall was so strategically situated on the central lawns connected by a by-lane with the artificial lake in front, the Bakhra Nangal Model on the left and the Assam Oils Pavilion on the right, that only a fortunate section of the mass of humanity on the adjacent main road was diverted towards it. It was drawn by Baba's beautiful photographs and His message, "I HAVE COME NOT TO TEACH, BUT TO AWAKEN," painted on the stall. If the stall was on the main road, the crowd would have certainly mobbed it as it could not possibly have been controlled by the handful of Baba lovers on duty. As it was, on holidays, which were the rush days, it was a job for as many as six of us on duty to talk to people.
The visitors consisted of people from all walks of life and status, rich and poor, young and old. Amongst them were theists and atheists, dogmatists, cynics, sceptics and the argumentative and rowdy types. On visiting the stall the reactions of different people had a different story to tell. Their approach and attitude and the subsequent change in their expression was a real study of the advancement and perception of their souls. Some came casually arguing for argument's sake, some came silently serious and others were just drawn to Baba. A group would approach and listen to our talk. One of them would be wanting to hear more and buy some pamphlets, but his friends would drag him away. A husband would be interested in some booklets and peruse them, but the wife would be bored and want to get away. We noticed that women usually seemed disinterested.
We were asked a variety of questions, philosophic and otherwise, and drawn into lengthy and serious discussions. It was Baba who gave us the grace to argue and answer. At times, one felt that it was He who was "speaking" through us. In between these talks and discussions there were quite a few touching scenes, humorous and interesting anecdotes, but never an unpleasant or insulting incident. It is difficult to recollect and recount all our experiences and discussions at the stall. The duty at Baba’s stall was one of joy and happiness and at all times one felt merged in that mass of humanity in His love.