THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS HAD MY REAL SAHAVAS

Cyrus Daily Messages

An Arangaon boy, named Babu, was cooking Baba’s food. Baba would have his daily breakfast at Meherabad when he arrived from Meherazad. (Nov. 1955). It consisted of tea and a few slices of bread and cream. Accordingly, every night, Babu would skim the cream off the milk and keep it aside for Baba; but, in the morning, it would be gone. Someone would invariably take it from the pinjra (screened cupboard). Babu was castigated for this but was at a loss to explain how the cream would disappear.

One night, he hid in the kitchen. After some time, Darabshah J. Oomrigar of Bhavnagar stealthily entered and ate the cream. Babu informed Baba.

Calling Darabshah to his cabin, Baba asked, “Do you secretly take cream from the pantry and eat it?”

“Yes, Baba,” he admitted.

“Why do you do it?”

Darab, who had the innocent heart of a child, said, “You have told us to feel absolutely at home here and stay as one family. Well, at home, I always take food when I am hungry. If I don’t do the same here, it would be a breach of your orders!”

Baba highly enjoyed his logic and embraced him. “You are the only one who has had my real sahavas!”

Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol 13, p. 4679 – 4680.