When Shakuntala Mehra found out that Shri Nathji had come to Mussoorie she came straightaway for his darshan. Her daughter, Aruna Gupta, was staying in Landaur close to Woodstock School, where her children were studying, and Shakuntala stayed with her.
She would walk all the way from the heights of Landaur to Savitri Nivas on the Mall Road and back daily, to secure Shri Nathji’s darshan. Shri Nathji was her very heart and soul, and his return back to India had given her a new reason to live. Her husband, Shri Vaid Raj, had expired some years ago and she had no place to live. For a while she had been working as a Warden in a dormitory in a girl’s school at Dehra Dun.
She would sit outside the verandah of Savitri Nivas, lost in a divine bliss, polishing the shoes of Pran Nath and Priya Nath. Hers was a devotion that surpassed even the devotion of Mrs. Bhutt. Shakuntala Mehra was Meera Bai in living human form. Her Girdhar Gopal, Lord Krishna, was Shri Nathji. Nothing in the world could shake her faith in him.