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My son gets his hearing back

The first time my family and I met Guruji, he told my wife the exact
amount of fixed deposits that I had; the total number of saris she had
(she was fond of good south Indian saris); the tolas of gold she had;
and the selling price of my house. I had not even disclosed the last to
her, fully knowing ladies and being wary of their love for diamonds.
This was a small incident but it had me thinking.

Then when I heard satsangs, the urge to meet him grew.
Subsequently, I told him about my son’s problem. Guruji at once
blessed my son and asked me to put a drop of Badam Rogan (an
Ayurvedic formulation) in his ear every day.

After 10 days my son had a severe earache. When I told Guruji
about it, he just said: “Kalyan, 20 per cent cured and hereafter he will
be gradually cured.” He asked me to get an audiometry test done. You
can imagine my joy when my son removed the headphone and said:
“The noise is too loud.” Though Guruji’s kripa, after a period of 25
years my son could hear again. At this point, I realized how futile
my search had been. Here at Guruji’s charan I got everything with
his grace, his mehar, his kripa and finally I had found my true guru,
my master, my Rab, my God!

Reading the tea leaves

As we came to Guruji, we heard lots of satsangs. Devotees would
narrate different incidents regarding their experiences about and with
Guruji, describing how they saw him in different forms and sizes.
My wife always harboured the desire to be blessed by Guruji the
same way, never realizing that her wish would be fulfilled speedily.

New Year’s Eve was approaching and we were to go to Guruji’s
mandir. At the last moment, friends persuaded us to celebrate the
occasion with them instead. However, Guruji wished it otherwise.

My wife was preparing the usual morning cup of tea that day. She
had put the tea leaves in the water, when she noticed that the residue
took the shape of a hooded snake. Thinking it was a coincidence,
she dipped the leaves in repeatedly—each time the leaves arranged
themselves into the shape of a hooded snake. It scared her. She called
me and I told her that the leaves portended that Guruji wanted us to
be with him on New Year’s Eve. But it was not just that. It was a

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