The prolonged meeting finally ended. The clock had just ticked past 11.50 p.m. A group of youths, hands folded in silent prayer stood by the main door and central-heater in Swamishri's bedroom, anxiously waiting for his last darshan of the day. Their trouser bottoms were slightly rolled up, and a few had water-drenched shirts; an indication of their endless and exhausting services in the large kitchen department. Swamishri, walking out of the bathroom saw them. Instead of walking to his bed, he turned towards the youths, and with folded hands asked, "Have you all eaten yet?"
"No!" they all chorused.
A concerned Swamishri asked further, "Why so late, it's nearing twelve?"
Anil politely replied, "Swamiji, we're waiting for the other youths serving in the car park to come, and then we'll all eat together."
Hearing such brotherly, heart-pleasing words, Swamishri, with a delighted smile said, "I'm very happy to see such understanding and oneness amongst yourselves. Yogiji Maharaj always loved and talked of unity … You should keep aside enough food for the late-comers. And, if it turns cold by the time they arrive, take the trouble to warm it up too… In this way if you look after one other, Maharaj will look after you."