DON'T WORRY. ALL IS WELL.
Mani S. Irani
Watching the long line of compartments go by, I would wonder if the people on the train could see, as I used to see while passing by in a train bound for Poona, the single word M E H E R A B A D painted in huge letters on the end walls of the Post Office. Whenever I passed by it, I would lean so far out of the train window, waving excitedly, that Mother had to hang on to me with both hands.
Staying in the Post Office with Mehera and the other women mandali was happiness complete. We were short on comfort and food, and there were no beds or furniture, but being at Meherabad with Baba was fullness overflowing.
"Post Office" holds many special memories for me as a child. One of them is of Mehera combing and braiding my long hair, which would get all tangled after it had been washed. She made this process so painless that I would be happily munching a "chapatti" (unleavened bread) and talk-talk-talking at the same time.
Another very special memory is waking up in the middle of the night and hearing the booming calls of "ALL WELL" echoing on and on in the darkness outside. Meherabad was a very isolated and wild area in those days. For the safety of its residents, Baba had three watchmen employed to keep watch at night. Stationed at different points of the property, the tree would call out to each other at intervals that all was well....
This went on all night, every night. Waking up in the dark and hearing these calls, I would struggle into my blanket and go off to sleep again, feeling very safe and cared for in Baba's Love. It was as if Baba was telling all the world, "Don't worry. All is well."
GOD-BROTHER, pp. 28-30
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