Heart to Heart

Yesterday I had an appointment with the Master at seva so I stood up on the guest house top verandah to watch for him going by, so that I would not keep him waiting. Whilst watching the road outside, I saw a little old blind man, feeling his way to the site where seva was to be held. Faithfully every day he goes to do his stint, finding his own way everywhere. Just then, I espied Maharaj Ji coming along the road alone, except for Manohar, his personal servant. I hurried down and followed a little in the rear and presently they came abreast of the blind man, both of them not talking and no one else within earshot. At the same instant, I marvelled to see the blind man half turn and, falling on his knees, prostrate himself at Maharaj Ji’s feet. Maharaj Ji greeted him and talked a little and then passed on. How did that man guess the Master was there?
_{Flora E. Wood, In Search of the Way}