A devout Sikh called Bhai Gonda used to stay with the Guru. He was a saint in thought, word and deed.
Guru Har Rai was very much pleased with his sincere devotion and asked, 'Bhai Gonda, go to Kabul, and instruct the Sikhs there in the worship of the true Name, and preach the Sikh faith. Feed holy men and pilgrims with the offerings you receive and send whatever remains here for the upkeep of the Langar. These are to be your duties, and I am confident that you will succeed in them.'
Although Kabul was a foreign country and there was danger from Muslim bigotry in living there, Bhai Gonda cheerfully accepted the task given to him.
On arriving there he built a Gurdwara and carried out all the Guru's instructions.
One day, while Bhai Gonda was repeating the Japji, he felt as if he was actually clinging to the Guru's feet. He was in such a state of abstraction that he became quite unconscious. He grew as absorbed in the sight of the Guru as a drop of rain in the ocean.
The Guru knew what was passing through Bhai Gonda's mind, and sat firmly on his throne keeping his feet together.
At mid-day, when dinner was announced, the Guru made no response.
When the announcement was repeated an hour later, he still remained silent.
A longer interval later, the call was again made for the third time and cook asked permission to serve the food, but again the Guru did not speak.
Several Sikhs gathered together and were about to make a representation to the Guru, when he finally spoke. 'Brother Sikhs. Bhai Gonda is in Kabul. He is in thought, word, and deed, a saint of the Guru. He today clasped my feet. How can I take them away from him? How can I go take my dinner until he lets go? I am therefore waiting until the conclusion of his meditation and obeisance.'
Bhai Gonda did not awake from his trance before twilight, and it was only then that the Guru felt free to take his meal.