From Lord Meher, vol. 11, pp. 4030-31:
There were so many dishes for lunch that Baba complimented Nana's mother, Godubai, "My belly is full just looking at them!"
Then, examining every dish minutely, he inquired, "Why hasn't Asha prepared chutney? Where is she?"
Godubai explained, "She specially came from Amraoti for that purpose, but because she is having her menstrual period, she is weeping." (In
Baba sent for Asha and asked her, "What do you take me for?"
"Paramatma," she said.
"Yes, I am Paramatma. I am the Ocean which has within it both good and bad. The ocean is never polluted if filth is thrown in it, nor does it ever give out fragrance if it contains sandalwood. The ocean is infinite. It always is as it ever was.
"I contain within mys
"To me, you are never unclean. Go and prepare and bring my chutney. I am waiting for it."
For Asha, it was a wondrous thing, as she had been brought up in a Hindu orthodox, traditional manner. Baba's love took firm root in her heart, and she prepared the chutney with much love—which Baba ate with zest, praising her all the while.