24/12/2025
This year I was blessed to visit Shirdi twice—once in January and again in December.
Every single time I come here, I ask Baba for just one thing: His blessing. And every single time, in one form or another, He gives me something from Dwarkamai—as if reassuring me that He is always listening.
This time was different. The Samadhi Mandir is always crowded, and honestly, even getting a proper darshan there itself felt like a blessing. My daughter had fallen asleep, and we had already decided that after darshan we would go straight back to the hotel. Dwarkamai didn’t seem possible at all.
That thought started troubling me deeply. Somewhere in my heart, I felt incomplete. I kept wondering how will I receive Baba’s blessing this time? I was a little upset, yet I kept praying silently, wishing my daughter would wake up so that we could somehow visit Dwarkamai.
And then… Baba happened.
The moment I reached Baba’s Samadhi, before I could even express my prayer in words, a pandit ji gently took a yellow flower from Baba’s own charan, placed it in my hand, looked at me and said, ‘Om Sai Ram.’
In that instant, everything became clear. Baba had heard me again. He didn’t need me to go anywhere else. He brought the blessing to me.
The gratitude I felt in that moment is beyond words. This wasn’t just a flower it was assurance, love, and grace. Moments like these remind me why Baba is Baba. He listens, He knows, and He answers every single time.
Forever thankful. Forever grateful. Forever blessed. Om Sai Ram. 🌼🕉️
