Shri Sai Baba of Shirdi is a living presence, as many of us devotees have experienced. We may describe Him as a fakir, a saint, a Satguru, or God Himself. But Baba never defined Himself. He simply lived among people, offering love, udi, and a glance that healed more than medicine ever could.

He was born in mystery and lived in silence. His outer life was simple. He begged for alms, sat in a dilapidated mosque He called Dwarkamai, fed animals and people alike, and spoke few words. But behind those gestures was a spiritual force so vast that even today, a single sentence from Him can change the course of a life. He was not bound by religion, caste, or creed. His heart was open to all. He lived in a mosque, kept a fire like a Hindu sadhu, quoted the Quran and the Gita, and blessed all without discrimination.

Baba was both Sagun and Nirgun. He was the personal form that one could love, touch, and speak to. But He was also the formless Truth, Sat-Chit-Ananda, the eternal consciousness behind all names and forms. Never asking for rituals or heeding dogmas. All He asked for was complete surrender, deep faith, and unshakable patience. When the ego steps aside, Baba takes the driver’s seat. Then life becomes simple, and grace flows without effort. Not just miracles, but transformation. Not just help in this world, but liberation from it.

Every word Baba spoke had meaning. Even when it seemed cryptic or casual, His words were never wasted. He was not merely a teacher but a facilitator, a sculptor of the soul. He didn’t lecture, but stirred something deeper within you. He taught through paradox, through silence, through story, and through the hidden timing of grace. He knew the karmas of each devotee and gave precisely what was needed for their inner growth. Baba’s way was subtle, quiet, and exact.

His core teachings were few but powerful. He asked us to have Shraddha, meaning deep faith in Him and in the divine plan, and Saburi, which is patience with the process of life. He reminded us to see God in all beings, to serve selflessly, and to offer all our joys and sorrows at His feet. He did not advocate renunciation of the world but renunciation of ego and pride. His life showed us how to live simply, give generously, love widely, and surrender completely.

Let my man be at any distance, a thousand kos away, I will draw him to Me like a sparrow with a string tied to its foot.

That is who we are. His sparrows. Whether we know it or not, we are all tethered to Him by an invisible thread. He pulls us closer with every longing, every prayer, every act of surrender. His family is vast. All who call upon Him, all who sit with His name in their hearts, belong to the Sai Parivar. We are brothers and sisters gathered under one invisible roof, held in the quiet yet overwhelmingly overpowering warmth of His love.

The purpose of this space is simple. Letters from Shirdi is an offering. He chose this name & I flowed with it. It is born from devotion and shaped by grace. It is not meant to teach, prove, or convince. It is here to honour and live the timeless wisdom of Shirdi Sai Baba. Not just the wisdom in His words, but the living wisdom in His silence, His presence, and His way of being.

Baba is far more than miracles. He is Guru, Mother, Father, Friend, and the unshakable presence of Sat-Chit-Ananda Parabrahma, the Truth that never moves.

There is an old Afghani proverb that says, “If you feel far from God… who moved?” Baba never moves. It is we who drift, distracted by the noise of the world, the pull of desires, and the illusions of control. But the moment we stop and surrender, Baba is already there. Still. Waiting. Watching. Guiding.

When we truly give up our striving, He steps in. And what follows is not just divine help, but inner quiet. A stillness that holds everything. A love that asks for nothing and gives everything.

This blog is for those who long to walk with Baba in daily life. For those who feel Him in small moments. For those who want to remember, reflect, and return. Over and over again. Through reflections on His teachings, simple reminders, and letters written from the heart of Dwarkamai, may you feel His presence not just as an idea, but as the One who has never left your side.

Come as you are. He is already here.

Om Sai Ram.

Love,

Priyanka