As always there was Shri Nathji in his armchair at one end of the verandah, dressed elegantly in a dark blue achkan, standing up later to give a powerful sermon that echoed to the other end of the verandah and even up to the iron gate of the house outside.
There were the gentry of Mussoorie and the devotees from the plains, who filled the verandah of Savitri Nivas to capacity.
The final Arti and Mateshwari’s song, and the distribution of laddoos as prasaad to the visitors marked the end of the function as usual.
She Nathji was exactly 49 years old in 1951. He had put some weight on with the coming of middle age, but otherwise looked as young and as fit as he always did with the fulness of his Glory radiant on his face.
It was only Shri Nathji who could look perfect in young age as well as in middle age. It was as if he had made young age and middle age, both, beautiful and blessed.
Ram Lal of Bombay sent his beautiful verse which was to be on the lips of many in the days to come, and which Shri Nathji especially liked:
“Teraa pyaaraa hai naam, teraa pyaaraa hai naam
Detaa dil ko aaraam,
Poore kartaa sab kaam
Naheen lagte hain daam
“Thy name is dear, Thy name is dear,
It brings peace to the heart,
It does all our works in a trice,
And does not even ask for a price!”