MEHERA'S LOVE FOR HIM

 
Once, Baba was in agony due to the pain in His hip joint. Baba had previously informed the organisers that during His house visits to Baba lovers, on that day He would go only to those houses that were on the ground floor, as He would not be able to climb steps. We visited several houses, and Baba walked to each one, giving His love in abundance and not caring about His hip joint pain.

We reached the last house on that day's schedule. I got out of my car and rushed to Baba's car, which was parked just in front of mine, and opened the door for Him to step out. I could see Baba's expression of pain, but being the slave of His lovers' love, He was determined to go on these house visits. The host Baba lover came running to receive Baba with a big smile on His face.

Baba asked him, "Where is your house?" He pointed to a room on the first floor of a building. Baba questioningly asked him, "On the first floor?" With folded hands, he pleaded with Baba to come up. As soon as I saw the steep staircase in that old building, I knew it would mean disaster for Baba if He climbed up. Being the slave of His lovers' love, He agreed to climb the steps. I think that each step in that old building must have been a foot in height.

Baba, with help, slowly ascended the staircase and entered the room of the Baba lover. Baba was all smiles, with not a vestige of pain showing on His face. The programme over, Baba slowly climbed down the steps and got into His car. With His thumb and index finger, He made the typical sign of severe pain in His hip joint. The Baba lover did not understand, but I knew the agony Baba was undergoing.

When we reached Guruprasad, and I jumped out of my car and ran to open the door for Baba to step out of His car, I saw agony writ on His face; His thumb and index finger were continuously making the sign of intense pain. We got a chair from Guruprasad and placed it just outside Baba's car door. With help, He got down and sat on the chair. Rustom, Sohrab, another Baba lover, and I lifted Baba's chair and placed it near His sofa chair in the side room.

With help He shifted to His comfortable chair, but His index finger kept making the typical sign of severe pain. As a doctor I was helpless. My heart cried to see my Beloved in such agony. We watched Baba suffer and yet could do nothing to alleviate His pain. After some time, Dr. Goher came with a wheelchair and Baba was taken in it to the women mandali's side.

After lunch, Baba came back in His wheelchair and we helped Him into His sofa chair. As soon as He sat down, He turned to me and said, "When I was suffering here before lunch, Mehera was in her room, and she felt that I was suffering and so shot up a temperature."

This sentence broke my heart. Always I had wondered how my love for Baba differed from Mehera's love for Him. Today I realised that although Mehera had not been informed about Baba's suffering, yet her oneness with Baba was so great that she took over a part of His suffering and started running a fever. How true are Baba's words, "Mehera loves Me as I should be loved." On two other occasions, Baba revealed to me how Mehera's love for Him was so different from my love for Him.