AUM SAI RAM
"A mother's heart is as soft as butter." as the saying goes. This happens to be so very true when we speak of the heart of Our Loving Sai Mother. It was in November 1990. We arrived at Prasanti Nilayam by coach from the airport. Late in the evening, we stood in a line in front of the Western canteen. We waited there patiently for supper. An elderly lady jumped the queue. She abruptly squeezed herself in between me and the lady standing before me. 'Sairam! Sairam!' I uttered. 'I am so hungry!' she said. 'It's ok, Mausi!' I replied, allowing her to snuggle comfortably in the line. 'What do they serve as food?' she asked. I gave her a brief account of the various dishes and added 'you have to pay a nominal sum of money for the meal.' At this, she became very angry. 'No! I am not going to pay for the meal! Is this an ashram or not? Baba is God or not? I have incurred so many expenses to come here.' She went on and on until I stopped her. 'Listen, Mausi, you are hurting the feelings of Baba. He is omnipresent and He is listening to you. Please stop it! Let me pay for your meal!' Later, she told me that she had come to Parthi to give a letter to Baba. Her grandson had a brain tumour. Her daughter had written to Baba. All of a sudden, I became worried for her. I wondered whether Baba would take her letter after the incident in front of the canteen. He must be very angry or at least, he must be very upset. The following day, I met the elderly lady again. 'You look very happy, Mausi!' 'Yes, I am very happy indeed, beti!' she replied. 'After morning darshan, I sat under the veranda. A seva dal came up and I told her that I had to give a letter to Baba. As a matter of fact, it was raining heavily in the morning, the letter was completely soaked and my daughter's handwriting had washed out entirely. At that very moment, Baba came out. I stood up. He stood by my side. He lovingly held my hands in his and politely asked me what the problem was. I explained everything to him. He listened attentively. His heart melted like butter. He told me that my grandson will be ok. He materialised 'vibhuti' and poured it in my palm.' Well, dear readers, I was spell bound! So much Love! So much Compassion! Baba had earlier, in October 1990 said to other elders gathered under the veranda. -" When you come to your mother's house ,it is your mother's duty to fill your heart and your hand, make you happy and make you go!" Our Sai Mother is the very embodiment of selfless Love and of unlimited forgiveness- an example for all of us, mothers, to follow. JAI SAI RAM At the Lotus Feet of Sai Anita
