Living in the ashram at Kainchi I seldom had the opportunity to buy anything to offer Maharajji. Somehow I obtained a pomegranate one day. I waited until late afternoon when Maharajji would walk to the back and give darshan outdoors in front of the showers. Only a few ashram guests along with an occasional VIP or a villager coming on business would be present for darshan after the last bus had left. It was an intimate hour which glows in my memory like the setting sun on the hilltops across the valley.
I was removing seeds from the pomegranate and offering them to him. He would eat a few and hand out a few and, once they were shelled, I would give him a few more. As I was running out,
an Indian matron passed her handful of jewel-like seeds under the tucket to me
so that I would have more to pour into his hand. By the time these were gone she had a few more for me. This continued in a very casual manner. We all, Maharajji included, acted as if nothing unusual were going on under the tucket. She obviously enjoyed, as much as I, to see Maharajji accept and eat our offering and to play this truly delightful game with him.