He asked as to what was the epitome of music, the highest point, the pinnacle.

I thought for a moment and replied, “That note which is created by the artist and accepted by the audience fully, without any loss to the music created by that note.” I thought I had answered marvellously and I expected Rustum to be floored by my answer.

To this Rustum suddenly said, “Think that Shri Mataji is not your sister, but the epitome of music that you just described so beautifully.”

That sentence of his did the job. The link of the brother-sister relationship had been so strong and the bond of love so unshakable that I had not been able to get out of my conditioning of the relationship, but, in identifying Shri Mataji as that note which is the pinnacle of music, this bond was broken. The shackles were removed and suddenly I found a new identity of Shri Mataji which was totally formless, which had no prefixes or suffixes, which was put and unmaligned by the stains of relation or any bond.

I felt a strange experience within myself, as if the identity of my sister was being taken over by the identity of this formless note of music. I knew then and there that a transformation was taking place within me.