There is Shri Nathji speaking to Mangla the next morning, recollecting his childhood days:“I used to put snow into my milk and end up with a sour throat, as a child in Simla. Whenever I would walk on the streets people would run after me and follow me home – only to meet Shri Babaji.“Lunch was also taken along by the servant. One day the servant was ignoring my protests as I wanted my books. There was an old lady – a reputed seeress – watching the scene. She severely scolded the servant asking him to obey me telling him:‘Are, jaante ho ye kaun hain? Kyon naheen inke hukam kaa paalan kartee? Ik vakt aane vaalaa hai ke saari duniyaan inkaa hukam maanegee aur inke aage jhukegee!‘You don’t know who He is! He is very Great! One day the whole world will come to know of His Greatness and bow before Him!’