Two first class tickets are reserved on the “Deccan Queen” morning train leaving from Poona for Bombay. I am very excited and looking forward to sitting next to Osho for three and a half hours in the train. Sohan wants to prepare and pack some breakfast for us to eat in the train but Osho tells her not to bother about it.
We reach the platform by 7:00am. About twenty friends have come to see Him off. As usual, Sohan’s eyes are full of tears which are continuously flowing like a leaking tap of water. Osho looks at her and smiles. In response, she also smiles and starts crying. I can feel her heart burning with the pain of separation. Osho tells her husband, “Bafnaji, come with Sohan to the next camp at Nargol. Sohan comes near Osho and touches His feet. He places His right hand on her head. She is still sobbing. Osho taps her head with His hand and calls her softly, “Sohan.” Sohan looks up and Osho helps her to get up by holding her hand and asks her, “Will you be able to come to the Nargol camp?” She is unable to speak and just nods her head. Osho says, “That is good.” He namastes everyone while standing on the steps of the train, as the train vanishes from the sight of His beloveds.