That was the first Guru Puja, in a flat in North London. There is a picture of Mother holding some roses. I remember giving Her those flowers.
‘Mother, be careful, there are thorns in them,’ I said.
‘I have to take the thorns, too,’ She said, and took the flowers. ‘Can you tape record this, My talk?’
That was the first time I remember Shri Mataji giving a formal talk. I thought, ‘What is the point of taping it? We are all here.’