Baba's appearance (his roop) was truly captivating. His jet-black hair, neatly combed back, cascaded down from his neck to his shoulders in a well-groomed manner. His broad forehead, sharp nose, and carefully tended mustache and beard... His expression was earnest and contemplative, yet always touched with a gentle smile. His voice was soft yet resonant, and his large, luminous eyes carried an undeniable charm.

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Tall and well-built, Baba wore a spotless white lungi and a flowing, pristine upper cloth. At times, he would wrap a pearly white cloth (similar to Saint Shri Sai Baba) around his head. Though deeply present in the moment, there was a mystic aura about him, as if he could traverse the seen and unseen realms effortlessly.

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In his presence, one could witness an extraordinary blend of compassion, forgiveness, empathy, and occasional sternness when the situation demanded. Yet, he bore no distinction between himself and others—no recognition of being a saint, a sage, or a guru. He moved through life appearing as any ordinary person would within a family or society. Wherever he went, he blended seamlessly, adapting to the surroundings with ease. He ate the delicacies given to him in a prosperous household just as readily as he partook of a poor family's stale leftovers, in fact seeking the latter out himself without anyone telling him. His very life was a testament to the simplicity of an unexpectant existence. He is the embodiment of love in Shri Guru's heart. 

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When it came to work, however small the task, he ensured it was done with precision and order. Even a misplaced pin on the table would not escape his notice. Everything had its place, and he insisted on it, often saying, “Neatness is the foundation of spiritual pursuit.”

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Baba also had a playful, mischievous side. He would provide darshan in different bhavs, states of being and forms. One could never truly grasp his essence. Once, he performed an impromptu enactment of how one should dance before the Divine. This towering, robust saint moved with such fluidity, bending like supple rubber, his hand and foot movements so delicate and graceful that one could not look away. His expressions would bring shame to even a seasoned classical dancer as they exuded mesmerizing charm. And yet, the moment the act was over, he returned to his natural, childlike innocence, devoid of any trace of pride or self-importance.

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Like water that takes the color of whatever it is mixed with, Baba effortlessly embodied any emotion, any state of being. Through his divine playfulness, he subtly yet dramatically altered the course of people’s lives. This boundless spirit roamed the sacred land of Machnoor, played amidst its people, and offered them a glimpse into the cosmic dance of the universe itself.

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