After the morning weighing etc., both Shri Nathji and Priya Nath went to sleep again. They opened the bedroom door late – only to find Mangla in a state of great consternation and despair, as she had been worried why the door was closed for such a long time, and dreadful thoughts had filled her mind.“Pataa naheen kyaa huaa!“One wonders what happened!”Shri Nathji recollects how this had happened once in Mussoorie in 1977 when two Madrasi servants had been alarmed at the locked doors and the late rising of Shri Nathji and Priya Nath. “Aapkaa kyaa haal hai?”Priya Nath reminds Shri Nathji that Shri V.K. Sanghi, the Senior Advocate from Nagpur, might pass by at 3 pm on his way to the Airport. On Thursday night he had been speaking to Shri Nathji on the telephone when the line suddenly became dead. “Avval to iss kooche men koyi aana naheen paataa,“It is difficult to enter this lane, if at all,Shri Nathji says to Shri V.K. Sanghi;“This relationship is eternal.”“Na main chhorr sakta hoon – na aap!“Neither I, nor you, can sever this relationship!”Shri Nathji had told a very important spiritual secret:It was difficult to enter the lane of God – but if one were fortunate enough to have entered, he could not turn back.