Maharaj

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.

-Radha Baum, U.S.A.