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Hilla Talwar

I was indeed very fortunate to have spent a large part of my childhood with Beloved Meher Baba.... When we came home from our holidays we used to go to Beloved Baba, wherever he happened to be, and stay with the women mandali.

As I look back, many beautiful memories of my childhood with Baba flood my mind. Even as a child I was so struck by His beauty. He was so very beautiful that I could never gaze into His eyes. It was too overwhelming for me.

I was a mischievous child and used to lead the nuns in the convent a merry dance with my terrible behavior. My sister Najoo, who was a good girl, would write a long letter home to my mother about my naughty pranks. Mummy would go with the letter to Beloved Baba and read it out to Him.

Instead of looking cross, He would smile mischievously and ask my mother as to what rank I stood in class and mother would say, "Well, she stood first, as usual."

And Baba would tell her with a twinkle in His eyes, "What on earth are you complaining about then?"


WHEN HE TAKES OVER, pp. 9-10, ed Bal Natu
1988 © Avatar Meher Baba Perpetual Public Charitable Trust


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