Rano was Baba’s artist, and in 1986 Rano wasn’t feeling well, and we were told that she probably wouldn’t make it. I would walk past her room at Meherazad, saying a little prayer to Baba for her to make the transition from her body to go to Baba. It was so sweet, so sweet. Then we heard that she passed away, and they brought her body to the Tomb, and from the Tomb they brought it down the Hill, next to the men’s side, and right there they had her cremated. I remember the women Mandali coming in a car, and we all were given flowers to put on her body, and then we all stood back. Rano’s was the first cremation I had ever seen, and have never seen another one in India.