From late 1978 until 1989, I was extremely fortunate to spend all my
days (except Fridays) in Meherazad. Of course, I was always happiest
when I was near Mehera. It seemed Baba was always with her. What
can I say? It was like that. Much later Mani told me that after Baba
had dropped His Body, Mani felt His Presence the most when she was
In Mehera's time, Baba's Home was usually very quiet, elegantly still.
Baba's Women did a beautiful job trying to keep the Bungalow free of
distractions so that dearest Mehera would be able to keep her focus on
Baba, whatever she was doing. The women took beautiful care of Mehera
and helped her whenever she needed it. Of course there were the
usual daily conversations...a retelling of a Baba story, letters to dictate,
Mani's relating of a humorous event, mealtime conversation, good light
teasing and so on. But at the back of it all was Mehera's happiness
which Baba wanted and which the Women did everything they could to
maintain. And that meant allowing her time to be alone with Baba.
Early on, Mehera and Goher asked me to do some work on Baba's
photos. Perhaps the glass needed cleaning or the frame needed to be
opened for repair, and sometimes the picture itself needed a little
restoration. In those days when I'd open a frame back, I never knew
what I'd find...newspaper from the 1950s, old medical records Goher had
used as frame padding, and so on. I had no access to anything like new
cardboard, let alone today's wonderful archival products, but Mehera and
Goher and Meheru would always find marvelous things for me to work
with. And of course, I was on a steep learning curve when it came to
working with Beloved Baba's photos because most of them had been in
Baba's Home during His Time. I had to learn to use extreme care.
One day I heard Meheru urgently calling me from the Main Bungalow
and I went running. It seems the wind had blown a curtain, which had
knocked over a photo of Baba, and it had landed on the floor with the glass
shattered. It was a true favorite of Mehera's, and Meheru had quickly
wrapped the picture in cloth so that Mehera wouldn't have to look at the
broken picture any more. When I got there, I could see the situation.
Meheru was trying to pacify Mehera, so when she asked me to go
straight to the bazaar and get the frame fixed I simply said, "Sure." I took
the cloth wrapped package and went on my way. Out of Mehera's sight
I opened the package, carefully removed all the broken glass, saw that
the photo was unharmed, dusted it off and packed it all up for a trip on
my scooter into the bazaar. Luckily, the good framer was there. He cut
a new glass immediately. We cleaned the glass and frame, carefully
replaced Baba's photo, and the framer did the rest. I was left with the
daunting challenge of returning Baba's photo to Meherazad, unharmed,
via my scooter. By His Grace, early the next morning I arrived in
Meherazad. Saying nothing, I simply handed the photo to dear Mehera
and you should have seen her smile! Unforgettable, unbounded
happiness. And in that moment I had a glimmer of what it was to please
Baba. No wonder His happiness was their happiness.
Once, years later in Baba's House, Mehera was standing near the photo
of Baba mentioned above. She beckoned me to her, reached behind the
picture of Baba and brought out an adorable little round sandalwood
box, about an inch across with a little point on top. To my delight she
handed me the box. I said, "Wow, thank you Mehera" and gave her a little
kiss on the cheek. Then she said, "For goodness sakes, open it." I hadn't
even considered opening it. I felt pretty silly, but when I did I saw a
beautiful, very clear little photo of Baba inside the box, and His Love
poured out, just poured and poured. I was immobilized, and then
Mehera said "I have been wanting to give this to you for a good month
Oh my gosh. Even though Mehera had wanted to give this little photo to
me for some time, she'd waited until Baba prompted her. He knew the
exact right time for me to receive it, and it was perfect. And in her
unparalleled wisdom and obedience to Baba, Mehera would even say,
"Yes. It's much easier to do, than to not do." Perhaps it's less in our
doing, and more in the waiting for Baba's nod to us that He can do what
He'd like to do.
To end this little string of memories, I recall Mehera saying with such
charm and love, "Appreciation is a big part of loving Baba." How
beautifully she appreciated Baba's Hand in all of our lives, in everything.
Many times when pilgrims and residents would gather in Meherabad for
Baba's Samadhi Darshan and Arti, Mehera would ask us, "Why have you
come here?" And then she'd say, "It is Baba's Love, and His Love alone
that has brought you here."
May we all learn to appreciate Him more and more in each and every
aspect of our lives in His creation.
Beloved Avatar Meher Baba ki Jai