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One
day I was irritated by an itch on my head. Although I did not have lice
in my hair, I suspected them to be the cause. I asked Dwarkanath, who
was standing nearby, to look, but he did not find any. At that very
moment Maharaj sent for me. I bowed before him and sat on the floor by
his takhat. Without saying anything, he patted me
on the head
and rubbed it for a while. I got much relief from it. Both of us were
silent; no one uttered a single word. I take it to be one of his many
ways of showing that he was aware of even insignificant problems.
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