Meattle had heard about Shri Nathji and he came to visit him at Savitri Nivas. His servant also came with him along with the two vicious Alsatian dogs.
As Shri Meattle came before Shri Nathji, he said to him:
“Maharaj! I have two crores cash in the bank. But I have come to ask something of you!
Shri Nathji said good-humouredly:
“Even after owning two crores you would wish to ask for something else?”
B.D. Meattle continued: “I have heard that all who come to you get whatever they ask for. I, too, wish to ask you for something.”
“If I can grant it I shall be only to happy to do it,” said Shri Nathji.
“Main maut maangne aayaa hoon!
“I have come to ask you for death. I have been wishing for death for the past two years!”
Shri Nathji said: “Sethji, you have come to the wrong place, I do not have death. I have life. You can take it!
“Meattleji aap galat jagah par aa gaye hain. Mere paas maut naheen hai. Yahaan to zindagi hai. Le jaayiye!”
Shri Nathji added:
“You have been waiting for death for two years for your own sake, now you can wait for two days more for my sake!
“Aap do saal tak apne liye jeete rahe. Ab do din mere liye bhee jee len!”
Meattle went away.
The next day he telephoned Shri Nathji and said:
“Maharaj! Main jeenaa chaahataa hoon!
I want to live! Since the time I visited you a miraculous peace has filled my heart!”
Shri B.D.Meattle became greatly devoted to Shri Nathji. He would come for Shri Nathji’s darshan again and again and derive infinite solace from these meetings, which filled him with strength to face life. The mere sight of Shri Nathji filled him with a peace and happiness, which all the wealth in the world could not have given him.
He would point to his dogs and say:
“Even my dogs become calm when they come here. Yahaan aakar to mere kutton ko bhee shanti mil jaati hai!”
Meattle began taking an interest in the boys’ education and said to Shri Nathji that he would finance their studies abroad whenever they chose to go. However, Shri Nathji never asked him for anything at any time. For years afterwards Meattle remained devoted to Shri Nathji, and would derive infinite solace from the letters Shri Nathji sent him.
It was Shri Nathji’s greatness and magnanimity that he gave a new life to people without asking for anything in return. Where psychiatrists and doctors failed, Shri Nathji’s blessings restored a man back to life in a single moment, in a single glance.
Shri Nathji would often say about those people in the world who had everything except peace:
Afsurdaa dil ke vaaste kyaa chaandni kaa lutf
Liptaa parraa hai goyaa murdaa kafan ke saath
Of what use the moonlight to a heart that is dead,
’Tis like a corpse wrapped in a shroud