There is the visit of the sweeperess, Bimla, who used to sweep Shri Nathji’s house several years ago in the 1970’s. She is married to an office-going person and has given up her sweeping job. Her children are studying in a convent school and she has a house of her own. “Maharaj ki sewaa jis jis ne kee hai usse kyaa naheen milaa hai? Meri bahen Maayaa ne sewaa ki–usko bhee hazaar rupaye maheena kamaane vaala pati millaa hai!”
“No matter who has served Shri Nathji, he has been amply rewarded. My sister, Maya, served Shri Nathji, and has been married to a person earning one thousand rupees a month!”Shri Nathji gives her his darshan and speaks lovingly to her as a father speaking to her child. For Shri Nathji it makes no difference whether he is speaking to a monarch, a Raja or Maharaja, or a business magnate or a poor man on the streets. For Shri Nathji every person on earth is his dearest relative.“The Sun is meant freely for all; the air is meant freely for all–therefore God must exist freely for all.”And that was how freely available Shri Nathji had made himself to everyone in the world.