On the 22nd of January, Shri Nathji’s divine glory soars at FICCI Hall even as he speaks on God-Realisation. There is his powerful parable on life, where he likens the world to a Musaafirkhaanaa, a tavern, where people come and go.“Today I feel like King David who stood in the presence of God!”He had read about the function in the newspapers and come. He could not understand a word of Hindustani, the language in which Shri Nathji had spoken– but each and every word of Shri Nathji pierced the innermost depths of his heart.“Ye soorat mere dilbar ki nazzaare hee nazzaare hainThis Face of my beloved is a wondrous sight!”Shri Nathji and Priya Nath go out to look at the famed conference hall of India, Vigyan Bhavan, at New Delhi. There, a tragic accident is averted even as Priya Nath grips Shri Nathji who is about to fall down the stairs. It appeared as if the forces of evil were bent upon hurting Shri Nathji’s sacred body upon earth.