One evening I went to Church Lane
with my wife for Baba's darshan. Everyone was
having prasad in the house, but since we had
already eaten our meal, we went to the outer room instead. Maharaj was
sitting there on a takhat
alone. I took his feet in my hands and gently massaged them while Baba
sat silently. He rubbed his hands together and then put two soft, warm puris
into my hands. I was more happy than surprised to receive that unique prasad
from him. I wrapped the puris carefully in a
piece of paper and on my return home, shared the prasad
with the members of my family.
-Rajida
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