In the evenings the daily sermons continue, and Shri Nathji tells the assembled devotees of the devotion of the poor refugee form the Punjab, Kastoorilal, who used to sell sweets in the bazaar, and who sent fifty rupees from his earnings to Shri Nathji, even though Shri Nathji tried to dissuade him from doing so. “Main kissee kaa karzaa naheen rakhtaa.” “I never remain under anyone’s obligation.”