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At last Shri Nathji was leaving London. Shri Nathji, Pran Nath and Priya Nath, and Sri Krishen began the journey home, to India, carrying the ashes of Mateshwari with them. There was sadness in the air. Shri Nathji said: Let us not forget this sadness. It is a sacred sorrow!
Mr. Karai wept with loud tears as he saw Shri Nathji leave his home. The tragedy was too awesome for him. He had always called Shri Nathji and Mateshwari: Guruji and Guru Maa. Here was Shri Nathji leaving his home with the ashes of Mateshwari, his beloved Guru Maa. He was never to see him again. The greatest happiness in his life had come to an end. Shri Nathji had given him consolation from within, or else he would have perished with the sorrow.
In fact Shri Nathji had given internal solace to Pran Nath and Priya Nath as well, or else they would not have been able to withstand the shock of Mateshwari’s going. Priya Nath in particular had been very attached to Mateshwari, and had dreaded the happening of such an event ever since the days of his childhood. He was surprised that after the going away of Mateshwari a sudden calm and peace had descended over him. It was a feeling sent by Shri Nathji.
Shri Nathji, Pran Nath and Priya Nath and Sri Krishen boarded the plane from London airport. As the plane took to the skies above London, Shri Nathji cast a look back at the city where he had lived from April 1963 to August 1967 for more than four years. He blessed the citizens of London from the plane even as he raised his hands. He was bidding farewell to the British nation.
Shri Nathji always used to say to Priya Nath:

“Priyaji, ek vakt aataa hai ke sab kuchh dream ho jaataa hai! Priyaji, a time comes when everything becomes a dream.”