Sometimes twice a day, sometimes more, when Baba is at an ashram (Puttaparthi, Bangalore, Ooty or other) he walks by the seated crowds at dawn and dusk, accepting letters, materializing vibhuti or other objects, calling people in for interviews. In the evening, thousands of birds chatter in the trees as they too come for darshan. The saris of the women are a rainbow of infinite shades.
One woman handed Baba a letter and was heartbroken when he immediately threw it back at her.. but later she realized that he had materialized a reply to her letter.
A man held up a book his father D in Connecticut had written about Baba, hoping Swami would touch it. But as Baba went further away, the man became downcast. Suddenly like the Red Sea parting, all those between Baba and this man parted. Baba came quickly toward him and touched the book.. it became so hot the man could not hold it. Later the shakti was also transmitted to the man's mother.