Those were the days when Veeran Devi’s son, Sardari Lal, often came for Shri Nathji’s darshan to New Delhi from Jullunder.
On one occasion, he boarded a train in haste while returning from Shri Nathji’s house at Delhi in 1974. He was on his way to Jullunder. The crowds were unusually thick.
He had no reservation, and was forced to hang out of the door of the compartment, his foot barely resting on the foot-rest beneath the door. The train began to move.
He pleaded with the passengers inside to make room for him, but the crush of human bodies was such that not an inch of space was available. The wind rushed against his body as the train proceeded with great speed.
Suddenly, he saw a train coming from the opposite direction. He was seized by terror. What if he were to be crushed between the two trains? As the trains came closer and closer, he screamed out loud:
Nathji! Save me!
The sound was barely audible to the passengers within, because of the noise of the engine whistles.
All the time Shri Nathji’s words were echoing in his ears:
“Too kyon ghabraataa hai,
Kyaa too Khudaa kaa naheen
Kyaa vo teraa naheen?
Ye yaad tujhe har museebat se rihaa kar degi!
Why are you afraid?
Do you not belong to God
And is He not yours?
This thought will free you of all your difficulties!”
All of a sudden, the people at the entrance made way, and he found himself inside the compartment, safe and sound.
He thanked Shri Nathji in his heart, and upon reaching his destination, he immediately sent a letter to Shri Nathji, thanking him in words as well.
He had always diligently read Shri Nathji’s little booklet: “Shanti Sandesh” – “A Message of Peace”– every morning since many years. The words he had heard during the perilous train ride were the words he read every morning in his prayers from the booklet.