I knew my baba only when I was 14 years old....I knew one of my uncle use to pray to him and brought me a comic about shirdi sai baba.....I was in full grief loosing my grandfather..He was all in all for me then...As soon as I saw the comic I felt my grandfather is baba....a crazy thought but that worked wonders on me....yes baba came to me in as my grandfather..
My grandpa used to feed me,put my shoes load ink to my pen and tell bed time stories....lots and lots of my time I have spent with my grandpa...He is the living person I can always trust....He did everything for me.When he was there I never feared for anything I was very sure he will take care off..and life was all taken care very well by him.I never worried for anything...But suddenly he fell ill and he had amassive heart attack and we lost him for ever...The second time I saw death I experienced death....It is like me dying....I felt I cannot live without my grandpa any more....I missed my breakfast and lunch...Sometimes i went without food the whole week....tiresome mind..a sad feeling and memoirs of my grandfather...
I wanted somebody to cling on...To hold on the hands and toshare play and call him mine...feel he will cater for all my needs and not to fear...the one comic i read gave me my life back.It made me feel my grandfather is back and i could talk play listened to and taken care of why fear when i am hear
Ya it is my baba and that day onwards i live with my baba till date not separated.He knows me in and out He accepts me with all my plus and minus...and I want to be with him even after leaving this earth...I like him to my heart of hearts and soul of souls...I always feel he will not leave me like my grandfather anyday...I realize he is more than my grandfather until this moment......
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