On September 24, 1992 or thereabouts – I cannot recall exactly, as my Diary appears to have lost all direction after THY GOING, O Dear, Dear, Pitiji, Bhayya and I, along with Vijay Kapahi, Ramesh Kapahi, N.L. Talwar, Alok Sharma, Mangla, the Narsikar Family, and Gajanan went to pay our homage to Pitaji’s Bungalow “Savitri Nivas” at Mussoorie.“Vo! Unko kaun bhool saktaa hai! Bahut“O Him! How can anyone forget Him? Many passengers have come and gone, but there can be no one like Him!”These Restaurants and Hotels were centres of pilgrimage for me because Pitaji had hallowed them with the touch of His Feet. “Vo shaahe husn bhee shaayad inheen raahon se guzaraa hai“The Emperor of Glory has, perhaps, passed along these very paths,There was the winding road to Mussoorie from Dehra Dun on which Pitaji and I had last travelled in September 1984. It had begun to rain heavily at that time– and Talwar, who was with us, recollected how he had prayed to Shri Nathji to stop the rain and the rain had miraculously stopped.“Mussoorie kis kadar khush hai ki Bhola Nath aaye hain“How pleased does Mussoorie appear to be at the coming of Bhola Nath,There were the numerous ‘“Mansoori ke oonche pahaar ho“On the heights of MussoorieAnd Bal Bhagat’s ‘“Ai duniyaa vaalo gaur se sun lo, Bal Bhagat kaa ailaan kyaa hai,“O People of the world, listen with care,And Dr. Baptiwale’s bhajans:“Masoori ke Bhole teraa pyaara pyaara naamAnd“Teri kripaa ne kyaa kiyaa sun le“Listen to what THY GRACE has done for us, O Nath Bhole of Mussoorie!”There was the Library Bazaar, where Pitaji used to purchase toys for us from Bhai Dhyan Singh’s shop in the 1940’s and 1950’s. There was the Majestic Theatre where Pitaji had given many a lecture in the 1950’s. “Istafa, I have left you riches of the material world, but do not leave the hand of Shri Nathji, because he is the Lord of the wealth that exists in the next world! There was Rajpipla House – now turned into a Hotel and formerly known as Padmini Nivas, which Shri Nathji had visited in the early 1950’s at the invitation of Maharaja Panna, the brother of Maharani Rajpipla. It was there that Maharaja Panna had shown a diamond worth one crore to all present. Shri Nathji had said in his sermon that day that the diamond was of no worth without God, who was the foundation of human consciousness. “Ye chaman yoon hi rahegaa aur iss men saare jaanvar“This garden shall remain as it is,There was the Standard Skating Rink, which had burnt down in 1968 and beneath which had been the Art Gallery of Roop Kishore, which contained the painting of Shri Nathji cut out on wood. The entire building had been reduced to rubble in the fire, but Shri Nathji’s portrait was not even singed by the flames.“Shri Nathji aapke parros men raihte hain?“Does Shri Nathji live next to you?”The Maharaja would reply:“Naheen, ham Shri Nathji ke parros men raihte hain!“No, we live next to Shri Nathji!”Maharaja Sarila had always said, “God is a myth!” before he met Shri Nathji, but had become a firm believer in Shri Nathji’s divinity after he met Shri Nathji. “Ham ne Rajput hokar aapke charan pakarre hain! Kahin aage na haathh chhorr denaa! Varna dhokaa ho jaayega!“We as Rajput have taken refuge in Thee! Do not leave our hand in the next world!”And Shri Nathji would say:“Haath to main ne pakaraa hai! Aap ne pakarraa hota to chorr bhee sakte!“I have held your hand! If you had been holding mine, maybe you would have left it!”Maharaja Sarila as well as Maharani Sarila had preceded Shri Nathji and Mahamateshwari to the next world – where Shri Nathji had already prepared a place for them.