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One autumn night in 1990,
London.
Swamishri’s room in the temple at Neasden to be precise.
Probably two to three hours after midnight.
By chance, the attending sadhu, Narayancharan Swami happened to wake
up.
In the dim light, he noticed the silhouette of a figure sitting up in
the bed. He rubbed his eyes. No he was not dreaming. Yes, it was his
Guru Pramukh Swami Maharaj. He looked a little closer Swamishri was
sitting up, eyes closed and palms joined offering a silent prayer. Narayancharan
Swami also began to pray.
Thirty long minutes passed before the prayer came to an end. Curiosity
writ large on his face, Narayancharan Swami asked, “What were
you praying for?”
“Back home, a major drought is threatening Gujarat. People are
suffering without water. I was praying for the rains to come so that
the cattle and people are saved from this calamitu,” came Swamishri’s
reply.
Probing further, Narayancharan Swami inquired, “How long and how
often have you been praying like this?”
He received no answer. He asked again... and again... and again. Only
then did a half-hearted reply came. With great reluctance, Bapa disclosed,
“Many times at night I pray. Those who come to me with their problems
during the day, I pray for them at night. It’s more peaceful at
night, much quieter!”
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