It was a sacred Sunday in August Nineteen Hundred and Fourteen, Ukandrao was born to Radhabai and Dhonduji Tondre in a tiny hamlet Kochi in Sakoli Tahaseel of Bhandara District of Maharashtra in India. Ukandrao was the name in cradle while later Dadaji became the name in common parlance. Fifteen months passed, and He came to the house of his aunt Renuka at Ghatanji. Then he came to the village Anjinarsinh, and then had the blissful sight of Shri Khateshwar, and since then he stayed in the company of Shri Khateshwar. Both used to visit Yeotmal. Parents were concerned as their child got enchanted in the company of Shri Khateshwar, and hence they enrolled Him in a school, fruitlessly. In such a nascent age, He shepherded the cows of Shri Khateshwarnath for three years. Shri Khateshwar recognised the spiritual energy of Dadaji and divinised him in the ‘knowledge of the self’, and gave to the world the Jar of Nectar, in the form of Shri Adaneshwar. At the tender age of ten, after having attained the fullest grace of Shri Khateshwar, He left Jodmoha, as the wish of his Sadguru. He came to Amravati and stayed there to start off the design commission. For some years, he resided with devotees at Macchisath awakening and enlightening the people. For a long time He adhered to silence (mouna) and was always in communion with the Eternal Bliss. Everybody craves for miracles. To him, Dadaji’s retort – “Everybody treats this fleeting mundane life as True. is this not a big miracle?” If the whole course of nature could have been regulated by miraculous powers, what was the necessity of studying arts and science?