The Wheat That Was Not Wheat

One morning in Shirdi, people saw something unusual.

Sai Baba was sitting near the grinding stone, quietly turning it with steady hands.

Beside him was a small pile of wheat.

Villagers gathered, puzzled.

“Why is Baba grinding wheat?” they whispered.

“He never keeps anything for himself.”

Soon, a few women stepped forward.

“Baba, let us do it for you,” they said.

He allowed them.

They ground all the wheat and, when it was done, they divided the flour among themselves, thinking it was Baba’s gift.

But Baba suddenly stopped them.

“Take this,” he said firmly,

“and throw it outside the borders of the village.”

Confused but obedient, they carried the flour and scattered it along the village edges.

Days passed.

A disease that had begun to spread in the nearby areas never entered Shirdi.

Only later did they understand.

Baba was not grinding wheat.

He was grinding away something unseen —

fear, suffering, and the shadow of illness itself.

Moral:

True masters work beyond what we can see.

Purity begins where ego ends.

 Sometimes, what looks ordinary is deeply divine. Trust the unseen work of grace in your life.