Dr. Purekar sent a telegram to his brother-in-law, Bal Ojarkar, who was in Nagpur at the time. Dr. Purekar told Bal Ojarkar that he had found God.
Shri Bal Ojarkar was terribly excited at the prospect of meeting the God of Dr. Purekar’s dream. He took his mother along with him and left for Lahore. The year was 1947 before partition.
Not being accustomed to travelling, Shri Bal Ojarkar found himself in the wrong compartment and on a long journey without any food or water. He thought of the God that was to be his destination. All of a sudden, his fellow passengers began taking care of him and his mother. They brought food and tea and water for the travellers from Maharashtra. And though they were third class passengers travelling in second class by mistake, nobody seemed to mind, not even the Railway officials.
Bal Ojarkar and his mother reached Lahore Railway Station and found themselves amongst a host of strangers. A poor school-teacher like Bal Ojarkar, poorly dressed, not understanding the language of the Punjab, and not knowing how to find the address, was about to be lost in a large city like Lahore.
But a tongawalla came to him and took him to Shri Nathji’s house in Anarkali, and disappeared much before Bal Ojarkar could pay him. It was the same experience that Mrs. Bhutt and Dr. Purekar had, when they came as strangers to Lahore!
The tongawalla, who appeared and disappeared mysteriously, was perhaps the chariot of God that brought genuine seekers to Him.
Dr. Purekar and Shri Bal Ojarkar returned to Maharashtra carrying Shri Nathji in their hearts. They took photographs of Shri Nathji with them, which they gave out to their friends and relatives. One such photograph was of Shri Nathji and Mahamateshwari in the Radha-Krishna costumes. Shri Nathji’s work in Maharashtra had begun.
Shri Nathji’s spiritual power was reaching out hundreds of miles across to Maharashtrians with whom he had had no physical contact before.