Maharaj

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