One day, three villagers of village Hallowal were sitting and discussing about Sant Baba Basant Singh ji Maharaj. Sardar Nirmal Singh, who was one of them said, “It is our privilege that Sant Maharaj ji has blessed our village and prosperity has dawned on the villagers. We are also fortunate that Sant Baba ji has started accepting food at his dwelling and has stopped coming to the village to beg for food.”
Sardar Bir Singh, the second person sitting there, could not resist himself and said, “There is no doubt that we are indeed lucky. The holy feet of Sant Maharaj ji was a blessing for the village, but a person of his spiritual stature could not be seen asking for food as alms from the residents.”
The third individual Sardar Narain Singh chipped in, saying, “We should respect such a Holy Person. People fall on his feet to seek his blessings, whereas he moves away unconcerned. He is such a carefree saint that it is we who need him. He does not need us.”
Sardar Nirmal Singh said, “We should do something for such a holy person.”
Sardar Bir Singh explained, “The holy saint will not accept anything from us. His thoughts are far away from material comforts. Since he now accepts cooked food, we should start serving milk to him. The bounty of milk in the village has come about because of his presence.”
Sardar Nirmal Singh was in doubt and said, “Milk is all right. Let us first take it to his abode. If he accepts it, we can then start serving him daily along with the cooked food. But we should also follow his teaching of reciting the Gurbani.”
“I have also been thinking on these lines. We should request him to baptize us and the recitation of Gurbani will flow naturally,” said Narain Singh.
Without wasting more time on discussion, all three started for the holy saints dwelling outside the village. They carried an earthen pot full of milk and a bowl to pour the milk into.
Sant Baba Basant Singh ji was not there at the time and they decided to wait for him. When he did not turn up till late evening, they decided to return back to the village. They left the milk pot and the glass for Sant Baba ji. It was hung by attaching it to the roof of the hut. The mouth of the pot was covered with a cloth and tied with a string.
Narain Singh said on the way back, “I wanted to serve the milk to Sant Baba ji with my own hands. I don’t think it is possible now.”
Bir Singh said, “Everything is in the hands of the Almighty. At least we came here without any ulterior motive. I am sure Sant Baba ji will drink the milk on his return. Let us come here again tomorrow.”
The three of them came daily to pay their homage but Sant Baba ji was not present. When a few days passed, and Sant Baba ji was not found in his abode, the farmers felt that he must have shifted his abode. They found the earthen pot tied to the roof where they had left the first day. They decided to examine the contents of the pot and see whether Sant Baba ji had drunk the milk or not.
The pot was untied from its hanging place. The cloth covering the mouth was opened and the contents were poured into a glass. The milk was as pure and fresh as they had left. It was strange that the milk had not spoiled in spite of so many days having passed.
Nirmal Singh was the one who said to his friends, “There is nothing wrong with the milk. The place of meditation has an aura of the hermit in its atmosphere. This thatched hut is sanctified and the milk hanging in the pot in the hut has also been blessed. It is a Parshad for us. Let us all share this Parshad.”
All agreed to the suggestion and the Parshad of milk was shared. The blissful milk was nectar for them. They were all blessed with the nectar.