When Swamishri was at Jamnagar, a boy dressed in saffron came and stood before him. Then he knelt in an act of supplication. He spread both his hands and spread his cloth as if begging for something. He was smiling all the while. All the boys who were sitting in the room called out ‘Narayan Hare, Satchidanand Prabho…’
The boy who had spread the cloth said, “Bapa! Put something in the cloth.” The sadhus went into the kitchen, brought a sweet and put it in the boy’s cloth.
“I don’t want sweets.” he said.
“Then take this,” Swamishri put a ladu made of sesame seeds in the boy’s bag.”
“I don’t want ladu made of sesame seeds.”
“Then take these pieces of sugarcane.”
“I don’t want sugarcane either.”
“Then…” Swamishri started passing his hand in the thal. He got a ladu made of puffed rice in his hand. He put it in the boy’s cloth.
“I don’t want even this ladu you have put in my cloth” now Swamishri felt there was nothing from the thal which he could give to the child-yogi. So Swamishri became emotional. He raised his hand and said to the boy, “Go, I shall give you Akshardham.”