I telephoned Bhayya, Pran Nath, in London, and for the first time wept very loudly as I spoke to him. “THEY HAD TO BOW BEFORE HIM – HE WAS GOD!”I told Bhayya of the horrible details of cremation and the agony I had undergone, and he comforted me by saying that it was the normal Hindu custom and all had to observe these last rites. His voice was very comforting. It was the only thing that gave me any solace at the time.