A WONDERFUL COINCIDENCE

 
Here I would like to relate an incident which I still vividly recall of someone visiting Meherabad for the first time. In February 1958, I was traveling by train to Ahmednagar to spend a few blessed days at a Sahavas program Beloved Baba was holding at Meherabad. As I had a four-hour wait while changing trains at Dhond, a large railway junction, I stretched out on a bench on the platform to get some rest.

The bench next to mine was occupied by a short, stocky man who appeared, from his manner of dress, to come from Punjab, in the north. I am not loquacious by nature, but after a while the man engaged me in conversation.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Ahmednagar," I replied.

"Oh, I am going to Ahmednagar too," he informed me.

"Are you going to see relatives?"

"No," I answered, volunteering nothing more.

"Then where will you stay for the night?"

Being pressed, I acknowledged that I was going to Meherabad to be with Meher Baba.

"You are going to see Meher Baba! But I am also going to Meher Baba!"

"Have you seen Him before?" he asked.

"Of course," I answered."Many times."

"What! You've seen Him! You've seen Him with your own eyes?"

I nodded and the next moment, to my amazement, he rose to his feet, took my face in his hands, and reverently kissed my eyes, the eyes which had beheld the Saheb-e-Zaman (Avatar of the Age).

I was impressed by the intensity of his love for Meher Baba, but at the same time felt a little embarrassed at such a demonstration of emotion (fortunately there were very few people on the platform).