People often ask me, 'what do you remember most about Baba's physical presence?' There are two things; His scent and the total absence of any feeling of His being silent.
I was a child and my memories are those of a child in His presence. Baba smelled totally wonderful. It wasn't a man-made perfume-like scent. This was an emanation (I am grown up now and I know bigger words!), a sensation more than a scent. You were aware of it as soon as you were in the same room, and when you got a hug - aaah..you were drenched in this. I still don't know enough words to describe it, though. A mix of the scent of earth when rain falls, roses, tuberoses, sandalwood, person, God..pure magic.
Our silent Beloved was not quite that silent, really! Even though there was probably Eruch or Mani interpreting His gestures in the background, I always found that when directly addressed by Baba, I did not have to wait until I heard the interpretation to understand. It was as if He spoke directly to my brain (or more likely, my heart) and I knew what He was gesturing.
A small story about my sister. Once in Guruprasad, Baba was sitting on the sofa-chair in the dining room space, and the sahavasees were sitting in front of Him, women on the left, men on the right. Dolly was a baby, just started crawling about and pulling herself up to stand and wobble. So what does she do? She crawls to Baba's side, pulls herself up by holding His Sadra, and looks up at Him. I can still see this as clearly as if it were happening right now. My sister and I both could talk much sooner than we walked, and this little tot says to the Avatar, 'Baba I love You, do You love me?' Such an 'awwwww' moment, isn't it?