As Shri Nathji goes on meeting visitors and devotees that come all throughout the day, he has to speak to a devotee who has a horrible disease. The man comes and prays to Shri Nathji. “Do not take anyone’s illnesses upon your body now – otherwise I will shoot myself!”He regretted having said this soon afterwards. He was already breaking all his resolutions to never to quarrel with his dear, dear, “Pitiji”.“Maharaj! Meraa to khoon sookh gayaa hai aapki chintaa kar ke. Ab apni beemaari ki leela apne sakhaa M.P. Khanna ko dikhaayaa karen–usskaa to bhaari shareer hai, thhorraa kamzor bhee ho jaaye to farak naheen parregaa!“Maharaj! The blood in my body has been drained by my worry for your health. You can enact the drama of your illness for the benefit of your friend, M.P. Khanna, who has a lot of blood in him, and could do with a loss of weight!”M.P. Khanna was an officer in the railways who was a relative of R.R. Khanna and who had a body so huge that it would dwarf Shri Nathji’s five foot three inch frame each time he embraced Shri Nathji. Shri Nathji used to say with humour: ‘Every time I embrace M.P. Khanna it is like a squirrel embracing a mountain!”