Narsinh Mehta was a poet-saint so absorbed in singing to Krishna that he often forgot about money and worldly worries, trusting God to look after everything.
Whenever he was challenged — a bill to pay, a promise to keep that he had no means for — he would simply keep singing, certain that help would come.
Again and again, the stories say, help arrived just in time, as if a friend were quietly settling his accounts. His complete trust was always honoured.