Baily accepted it, and when he tried to express his gratitude at this loving gesture, Merwan uttered the name of God and told him, "Thank God alone!"

Amidst expressions of joy, Mr. David called for three cheers of "Hip-Hip-Hooray!" and with this happy reconciliatory ending, they started for home. After embracing Merwan, Baily left the group at Lonavla, while the others proceeded to Poona. Soon after, Baily moved back to Poona, resuming his close association with Merwan as before.

One day in 1912, while Merwan was sitting outside his house, suddenly his inner sight opened. He saw the divine effulgence of God and immediately lost all bodily consciousness. Although his eyelids remained open, he was merged in divine bliss.

Merwan's aunt happened to walk by and, noticing him sitting in an awkward position, called his name but received no reply or acknowledgement of her presence. Memo was informed and came running. Shaking him, she called, "Merog ! Merog !"

At last his eyelids quivered and he saw his mother before him. "Memo, please," he mumbled. "Please don't disturb me." He remained stunned for a few minutes more before rising to his feet. His mother could only conclude that he must have had a dizzy spell.

After that experience of the noor state (the light of God), Merwan increasingly felt some great urge within — some powerful feeling that he was different from other men. This feeling of being different persisted, though he still had no consciousness of his real spiritual identity. Merwan was still veiled by the Perfect Ones from knowing his true greatness — but that was about to change.

Merwan would ride his bicycle to college every day from his house. In the (Indian) summer of 1913, he was preparing for his final exams as a college sophomore, studying diligently at the Khorshed Wadi fire-temple, where it was quieter.

One terribly scorching day in May 1913, as Merwan was riding his bicycle on his way to Deccan College, something extraordinary happened which caused everything to change for this nineteen-year-old youth. He noticed a large crowd gathered on Malcolm Tank Road near Char Bawdi. The crowd was surrounding the old woman, Hazrat Babajan, who was seated under her neem tree as usual. Merwan had passed this woman many times, but had never paid much attention to her, although he was aware that Babajan was regarded as a saint by the local Mohammedan community.