In April 1950 Bhagavan was very ill; yet even in this state of utter prostration when unable to sit up, he insisted that all who had come for his ”darshan” must be allowed to have their desire fulfilled. So they were allowed to pass in a queue in front of the room where he was lying.
There were always, many people in the queue and it was so long that a person had not more than a second or two for his darshan.
Even these silent marches past were not without some incident or other, to show how compassionate and alert Bhagavan was.
One timid devotee who was never known to have talked to Bhagavan or to sit in the half anywhere except in the back rows, summoned up courage to throw a slip of paper at the feet of Bhagavan, as he passed along. Bhagavan took the slip, read it and asked for the person to be brought. The attendants fetched him before Bhagavan as though he were a culprit to be reprimanded for breaking discipline. Sri Bhagavan looked him full in the face with a broad and benign smile and nodded assent.
The slip contained the words ”Bhagavan! Save me.”
