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19th January
1912
This
was a very sad day. I got up very early and after finishing my
prayer discovered that it yet wanted and hour or so to daybreak.
So I lay down and was aroused for Kaka Aarti by BapuSaheb Jog.
Dixit Kaka told me that Megha died about 4 a.m. the Kakad Arti
was done, but Sai Maharaj did not show his face clear and did
not appear to open his eyes. He never threw glances spreading
grace. After we returned arrangements were made for the
cremation of Megha's body. Sai Baba came just as the body was
being brought out and loudly lamented his death. His voice was
so touching that it brought tears to every eye. He followed the
body up to the bend in the made toad near the village and then
went his usual way. Megha's body was taken under the Bada tree
and consigned to flames there. Sai Baba could be distinctly
heard lamenting his death even at that distance and he was seen
waving his hands and swaying as if in Aarti to say goodbye.
There was a good supply of dry fuel and flames soon rose very
high. Dixit Kaka, myself, Bapusaheb Jog. Upasani, Dada Kelkar
and all else here were there and praised the lot of Megha that
his body was seen and touched by Sai Baba on the head, heart,
and shoulders, and feet. After finishing the ceremonies we ought
to have sat praying, but Bapusaheb Jog came and I sat talking
with him. When later on I went to see Sai Baba he asked me how I
spent the afternoon. I was very sorry to confess that I had
wasted it in talking. This was a lesson to me. I remember how
Sai Baba foretold his death three days ago. "This is the last
Aarti of Megha"; how Megha felt that he had completed his
service and was passing away, how he shed tears to think that he
could not see Sathe whom he regarded as his Guru, and how he
directed the cows of Sai Baba should be let loose. He never
exressed any other wish. We all admired his life of extreme
devotion and I was sorry that I did not rest in prayer but
listened to meaningless talk. Bhishma and my son Balvant are not
well, so there was no Bhajan. Dixit Kaka read Ramayana at night.
Gupte, his brother and their families left this morning for
Bombay. |