Heart to Heart

From the time Baba Jaimal Singh appointed Maharaj Sawan Singh as his successor, Hazur’s mother no longer regarded him as a son but treated him with the reverence due a Master. I can still vividly recall an episode when Maharaj Ji, dressed all in white, came out into the courtyard and stood with his hands folded respectfully in front of his mother. Although Hazur was mature and stately, he stood before his mother like a loving child. His mother, also dressed in white, folded her hands in reverence to Maharaj Ji. Maharaj Ji said, “Mother, please don’t fold your hands like this.” In a tone of affection and respect, his mother said, “Please permit me – you are more than a son to me.”
_{Daryai Lal Kapur, Heaven on Earth}

Maharaj Ji was on holiday. He entered the houseboat lounge looking dashing in his elegant churidar pyjama and kurta, and commented, “I feel like doing satsang.” His companions enthusiastically responded, “Please sit down on this divan and talk to us of love.” “What,” he asked, “can I tell you of love? Do you know what love is? Love is a gift from the Lord.” Lighthearted, and most beautifully, he had given the saints’ teachings in a nutshell.
_{Legacy of Love}