When life comes to a standstill, when no ray of hope can peep in through any angle, then a single chord of cosmic relation seems to come alive, dissipating all kind of ordeals.
My wife suddenly fell ill, her limbs were paralysed, and went into a state of unconsciousness. I shouted for my younger daughter’s help. She could not comprehend what was going on and reacted angrily.
But soon, my daughter came close to us, expressing sorry and apologised; and said she had a good dream that Sai Baba, wearing a white cloak, had come out from the sea and told her that tough times were coming and then suddenly disappeared.
My wife was hospitalised, and from that very day, my daughter started visiting the Sai Baba temple and brought flowers from there and put them beside my wife’s head after swabbing them all over her body. My elder daughter too joined us and started going to the Sai temple regularly.
And one day she took a part-time job for two weeks to earn some money. This somehow seemed out of sync with our changing circumstances and confused me. I sometimes admonished her but she kept quiet. After two weeks, she received Rs 2000 as her salary and went straight to the Sai temple and offered the money.
I came to know of this when I received prasad from my elder daughter. She kept her vow as she had promised before the deity of Sai Baba that if her mother got well, she would make an offering of the first income of her life.
My wife started getting better. The proverbial silver lining behind gloomy clouds seemed so true. Very soon, it was a normal life with us, but I felt it had attained a new meaning, a serene touch of the Sai.