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A LITTLE FLOWER
Judith Garbett
Mani recalled this lovely little story which took place
in
Meherazad.
Usually after
breakfast Baba went across to Mandali Hall to be with
His men. They carried Him over on a lift chair. He was
allergic to cold air, when seated in the lift chair He
would hold a scarf over His nose.
As many pilgrims know, in the centre of the garden in
Meherazad there is an oval patch bordered with
flowerbeds which Mehera would lovingly care for. On the
morning of this story, Mani had gone down ahead to fetch
some typing Baba had given her to do and was standing by
the green bench under the tamarind tree facing the oval
when Baba went by in the lift chair.
Mani stood watching as the men carried Baba across at a
quick pace, and saw Him gesture clearly with His
free hand,
'What a nice flower.' Mani was astonished at this, for
there were only young tender seedlings in the flowerbed
He had ponted to. So she went close to it, searching for
her eyes for where the flower was. She could see nothing
but a blanket of fresh green shoots. She squatted down
to peer at close quarters, but no flower. Then going
down on her hands and knees, at last she spotted under a
leaf the lone little flower which had not escaped Baba's
glance, even when He was going by the oval at a brisk
pace!
Mani stood there transfixed, realising that she had just
witnessed in this little episode was His love and
compassion for His own, however insignificant. And she
said to herself, 'If He gives a simple little flower in
His garden such personal attention, how can we ever
think He would neglect those who love Him!'
LIVES OF LOVE,
Mani part 2, p. 5
Copyright 1998 AMBPPCT
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