Meal Without Difference

By midday, the courtyard near Baba would begin to fill.

People arrived from different places—some wealthy, some poor, some strangers, some familiar faces.

On certain days, Baba would cook.

A large pot would sit over the fire, and he would stir it slowly, sometimes with a ladle, sometimes with his own hand, unconcerned by the heat.

No one was asked who they were.

No one was turned away.

When the food was ready, Baba would serve it himself.

A rich man and a beggar sat side by side.

A child and an old woman ate from the same batch.

There were no separate lines. No distinctions.

Only food… and a quiet sense of togetherness.

One visitor, observing this, asked,

“Baba, why do you treat everyone the same?”

Baba replied simply,

“Do they not hunger the same way?”

The man had no answer.

Moral:

In true compassion, there is no difference between people.

When we look beyond labels, we begin to see life as it truly is—one and shared.