Mateshwari never really grew to like Mussoorie. The cold climate did not agree with her, nor did she like the solitude, which meant in effect the separation of Shri Nathji from the multitudes. But the children were getting a good education, and this was also of importance to her. Many years later the boys were to feel that Shri Nathji and Mateshwariji had sacrificed many precious years in the mountains for their sake.
Mateshwari was frequently ill in Mussoorie. There were times when she had an unpleasant dream at St. Andrews.
A monster-like apparition would appear before her and say: I am the Lord of the Mountains. I will not leave you alive!
Mateshwari would laugh at the dream. She was a total stranger to the feeling of fear.
After that one incident, in which Shri Nathji had been attacked by a revolver, she never left Shri Nathji alone even for a single moment.
Mateshwari had spent her unmarried years with her father, in the midst of three brothers and two sisters. They had lived in Anarkali in the heart of the city of Lahore. She was not accustomed to the loneliness of Mussoorie and her natural inclination was to live in large cities regardless of the inconveniences. She would often quote the Punjabi saying:
“Rahiye Shair
Bhaanve hove kair
Live in a city,
Even tho’ it be a blight!”
Truly Mateshwari remained as Shri Nathji’s Shakti-Strength and Divine Power. She would say many a time:
God has given me the part of mushkil kushaa–one who must thrust aside all difficulties that come upon Shri Nathji.”
Which was not to say that Shri Nathji could not take care of himself. After all, he was taking care of the whole world as well as of Mateshwari. The part of Shakti was one that was relegated to Mateshwari by Shri Nathji Himself.
It was as if Shri Nathji had appeared in the guise of Mateshwari to protect his own human form upon earth.