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happy to find my article accepted for publication along with a photo
               of Swami reproduced at the end of this book.

               The one direct effect of my wife’s participation in the birthday
               celebrations was her resolve to give up something she liked for the
               sake of Swami! My wife used to drink 4 to 5 cups of coffee till then.
               But now she decided that she would express her devotion to Swami
               by abstaining from coffee totally in her life. Till now she is steadfast
               in her  pujas and meditation daily. She would get up from sleep at

               3.30 am and after tidying up the photos of Gods and Goddesses and
               having her bath she would spend remaining two hours chanting
               Sahasranaama and Satya sai ashtothram,Purusha suktam, etc. She
               would be excited and feel happy the whole day whenever Swami
               appeared in her dreams specially on festivals like Deepavali or
               Sankaranthi or Tamil New Year  day,etc. Even now when I am
               nearing the end of narration of my story on Thursday a week after
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               Bhagawan’s 91  birthday she was blessed with Swami’s darshan in
               her dream .Thus her life is spent in complete harmony and abiding
               faith in Bhagawan.We never missed Sai Bhajans at  the  Sai Mandir
               on Thursdays and Sundays until I was advised against driving my car.

               In a lighter vein the following incident is reported here. The  incident
               which slightly put off my wife’s mood was  when one day while
               having my lunch  I found fault with samba tasting less salty than
               usual .The occasion provoked my sense of satire and thus followed a
               limerick  entitled ,”Cold Dinner”.





                     Cold Dinner
               What bizarre horrors from culinary crime doth arise,

               From o’er done meat to under cook’d rice!
               Ere long had I nurs’d a fond hope
               To pen.a satire, half as well as mocking Pope.
               These lines, I now write, to my better-half are due:        (5)

               To the dreaded dining table is the scene ne’er new:
               When ill-bred palate and insatiate tongue



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