The Mysterious Helper Who Washed Janabai's Clothes

One Ekadashi night, Janabai became so absorbed in singing Vitthal's name that dawn arrived before she noticed. Her household work was still unfinished. She hurried to the Chandrabhaga River with a bundle of clothes, worrying about the vessels she had to wash and the water she still had to carry for worship.

As Janabai wondered how she could finish everything, an elderly woman approached her. “Why are you worried, Janabai?” she asked. “Go and complete your other work. I will wash these clothes for you.”

Janabai hesitated. “Why should you do my work?” The woman smiled. “I know how to wash thoroughly. Clothes cleaned by me do not easily become dirty again. Do not worry—leave them here.”

Janabai thanked her and hurried away. When she returned after washing the vessels and filling the water pots, every garment had been washed, dried, and folded. The cloth looked brighter than ever.

Folding her hands, Janabai said, “I have never met anyone so generous. How can I thank you?” The woman replied, “I am one of your own. We do not keep accounts of thanks with those we love. Whenever you need me, remember me.” With a warm smile, she walked away.

A moment later, Janabai realized that she had not asked the woman her name or where she lived. She looked in every direction, but the elderly helper had vanished as swiftly as the wind.

Back at home, Janabai told Namdev everything. Namdev understood at once. “That was no ordinary woman,” he said. “Vitthal himself came to help you.” Janabai's eyes filled with tears—tears of gratitude that her Lord had served her, and tears of loving complaint that he had hidden his identity so cleverly.