In 1987, when we were staying with Shri Mataji at a Sahaja Yogi’s house on Prabhat Rd, Pune, a lady called Mrs Bhikule was there and she was so tuned in to Shri Mataji that she would suddenly wake up in the night.
‘Ji, Shri Mataji,’ she would say, and would go to Shri Mataji’s room.
‘I was just about to call you,’ Shri Mataji would smile and say.
Deepa Mahajan