THE Stories, no one tells you about
At one time Mr. Tarkhad had come to Shirdi, noon meals were ready and plates were being prepared while at the same time a dog came there and began to bark. Mrs. Tarkhad stood quickly and she threw a piece of chapati for the dog. The dog ate it with taste. At evening when she sat in a mosque, Baba asked her :-Mother! Today you fed me with great pleasure, hungry soul got satisfied. Always keep doing so, some time you will really have a reward for it. Sitting in this mosque I will never tell a lie . Always favor me like this. Feed the hungry first and then take your milk. She could not understand the meaning of the words of the Baba , so she questioned :- How can i feed others? I am myself depend on others and i pay them for the meal. Baba began to say : by accepting that chapati my soul became satisfied and till now i am belching . Before taking the meal the dog you saw and whom you gave a piece of chapati, actually that is my own form. I am wondering in these type of forms . One who visualize me in these living beings he is very dear to me, therefore forgetting duality or discrimination you keep me serving. She became compassionate to accept this nectar preaching and her eyes became wet, throat choked and her pleasure new no bounds.