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The summer heat of 1960 was very intense at Allahabad. The boys had completed their B.Sc., Part II studies for the year. The time had come to go to Mussoorie. However Mateshwari was reluctant to go there this time. She knew that she would be bothered by the mounting expenses and the bills there, where no devotees would be present to share the burden of living. Here at Allahabad she had the companionship of several ladies who came and spent time with her and served her with their own hands.
Her health had been deteriorating steadily. This was because of the sweet mangoes that she had been eating almost daily.  Very soon she began to develop boils on her head, and it was thought that this was due to the hot weather of Allahabad. Finally, Shri Nathji, Mateshwari and the boys decided to return to Mussoorie for the summer months. Shri Chaman Lal Khosla, a young man, who was the son of Shri Durga Das Khosla, the postmaster, accompanied them on the journey.
Pran Nath and Priya Nath had wished they go by car, and, as always, Shri Nathji and Mateshwari agreed. However, the trip was one of the most agonising that they had ever undertaken. The hot winds would blow inside the car. And if the car windows were shut there would be the suffocation from the dust, which would invariably enter inside the car.
The steel roof of the car was hot like fire, and the interior of the car had become a hot furnace. Shri Nathji and Mateshwari had a goblet of water in the car from which they drank water, which was getting warmer and warmer. Mateshwari became more and more ill as the journey progressed.
They had to halt at various places along the way in Dak Bungalows wherever they were available. There would be the sight of Chaman Lal Khosla fanning Shri Nathji and Mateshwari with a long cloth fan attached to the ceiling, which was moved by the hand- held rope. For this little service that Chaman Lal performed for Shri Nathji, he received the special blessings of Shri Nathji and Mateshwari and received a great rise in his career in life.