Shyama Charan Shukla, who had been visiting Shri Nathji frequently for His Blessings, is made the Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh. Priya Nath reads out the news from the newspapers to Shri Nathji, who has a telegram of congratulations sent to him.“Even if I cannot do anything for you, my full sympathy is with you. I can offer you my consolation!”The Colonel’s mind is set at ease by the darshan and blessings of Shri Nathji. As Shri Nathji had often said:“When you lay your troubles before me, either your troubles will be removed, or you will be given strength to bear them.”A certain Shri Tripathi arrives from Allahabad for Shri Nathji’s darshan and narrates how his life had been saved by Shri Nathji’s locket, which he always wore around his neck, when he had a severe accident a few days back. “Tabeeyat to khuli hai hamaari iss naye khaane se!“I feel better with this new kind of food!”Unfortunately the ‘tandoori rotis’ are cold and tough, like hard rubber, and Shri Nathji can scarcely chew them.“I am responsible for the loss of your career.” But Priya Nath cannot bear to hear this. No ‘career’ in the world was as important as Shri Nathji.