Water to Thurst
N G Chandorkar was climbing Harischandra hill on a summer day, and was seized with thirst. No water was available anywhere in the place.
N. G. Chandorkar: If Baba was here he would give me water.
At that time Baba was at Shirdi, 40 miles away. At Shirdi Mosque:
Baba: Nana is thirsty. The heat of summer is great. Should we not give him at least a palmful of water?
The devotees present there could not make out why Baba talked like that. But on the hill Nana saw a Bhil coming down.
N. G. Chandorkar: Bhil, I am thirsty. Can't I get water to drink?
Bhil: Under the very rock you are sitting on, there is water.
So saying the Bhil left.
The rock was shifted and below it, was a palmful of drinking water. N. G. Chandorkar drank it.
Baba: Nana, you were thirsty. I gave you water. Did you drink it?