In 1996 Jeff and I returned to India. At Meherazad, we loved to go into Mandali Hall and hear all of Eruch’s talks, and afterward I would go for tea with the women. It was a beautiful time going over to Meherazad. On this particular visit my husband wasn’t feeling very well, and so when Eruch came and met the pilgrims’ bus, I said to him, “My husband is not feeling very well. Can he lay down somewhere?” So Eruch took Jeff to his room. I looked in the room but I didn’t walk in, yet I saw Eruch’s hands going over my husband — with such a sweet love. It was such a beautiful experience to see, but I knew that it was personal, so I turned away and didn’t continue to look into the room, but still stood right there and looked out. My husband’s health has never been strong. He was not a strong child and had many operations when he was young. In adulthood he has done a lot of very hard physical labor-type work, even though he has not felt good. So Eruch was helping him according to what Baba wished. And it was so beautiful to be able to stand there, not looking in, because it was personal, but just to see the beautiful gift that Baba had given his Mandali to help, and Eruch was giving this help to my husband.