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Savitri Nivas was silent again, no longer echoing with the “Jai’s” of the devotees nor the sounds of their children.
Sitting alone in the verandah of Savitri Nivas there were only Shri Nathji and Priya Nath. When everyone in the world had left Shri Nathji, there was always Priya Nath by his side.
The only devotees who had remained behind with Shri Nathji were Mr. Mrs. Magoo, the Urhekar family, and Sahadeva along with Veeran Devi and the two Tekade sisters, Sudha and Mangla, from Nagpur. There was also Mrs. Bahl who had been cooking for Shri Nathji ever since his return from Nagpur in February 1980. However, her husband needed her at Delhi, and so the service of cooking was granted to Sudha Tekade who carried it through with great devotion for the next five years to come.
As the time passed, Shri Nathji continued to stay on at Mussoorie although there was no external reason for him to say there, and he was always in the midst of great dangers there, as the falling of the rock on the Cottage had shown. Yet he was waiting for someone.
The monsoon rains had come in full force, and there was the familiar scene of Shri Nathji and Priya Nath taking their daily walks in the verandah of Savitri Nivas while the rain pitter-pattered on the tin roof.
The mist had obscured the view of the Doon Valley below, and the general atmosphere was sultry and depressing in contrast to the bright sunshine of the days gone by.
Yet Shri Nathji continued to stay on. The evenings were made beautiful with Shri Nathji’s verses played on the cassette recorder by Priya Nath and Shri Nathji, sitting in the midst of the small group of home devotees who had remained behind as their “army” against the forces of darkness.