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Dr. Sudarshan Nagpaul, who was a mathematician at Harvard, and a close friend of Priya Nath, had visited Shri Nathji several times at Lowell Street, in the U. S. He would listen to Shri Nathji’s words with rapt attention for hours.
When Shri Nathji had returned to London, from America Dr. Nagpaul had visited him and Mateshwari .He was on his way back to India via Paris.
Mateshwari had said to him: Son, accompany me to India. And Dr. Nagpaul had replied: If that be your wish I shall cancel my visit to Paris and go with you!
Mateshwari never left London, but Dr. Nagpaul’s reply become etched in Shri Nathji’s heart. He would narrate the incident before his devotees many times as an example of surrendering one’s wishes before the wishes of God.
Shri Nathji’s logic had a mathematical accuracy about it that mathematicians found very intriguing.
Shri Nathji would often say in Persian:
I work and I work not,
I add, subtract, multiply and divide,
Like the lines between figures,
I talk and I am silent–
Like the printed words of a book.
A torrent of tears flows down my cheeks,
And yet my lips are dry;
Ah! What a strange fascination this,
Drenched with water, I am thirsty.
I am happy and I am sad,
But I know not of my condition;
I weep and I laugh–
Like a child in a dream.
O philosopher of this world!
Why askest thou me the secret
Of my nearness to Him?
He is in me, and I in Him,
Like the fragrance in a Rose.

Dr. Nagpaul continued to maintain his relationship with Shri Nathji in India. He visited Shri Nathji many times at Sarvodya Enclave, New Delhi. Dr. Nagpaul was a bachelor and had given up all hope of ever marrying. But Shri Nathji had said to him:
When a man in a train does not get off at various platforms, it is only because his destination is elsewhere. The train will only stop at the final goal. This long wait is not a delay, but rather the normal time it takes for the train to reach its destination. This waiting is only for the coming of something beyond your expectations.
And that was exactly what happened.
Many years later, in India, when Dr. Nagpaul had come to accept bachelorhood as a way of life, marriage came to him unexpectedly, like a bolt from the blue. Shri Nathji’s blessings had been with him.
There was the time when he visited Mussoorie in 1977 along with a philosopher, Robinson, by name, who had evolved a theory that God is Dead. The English philosopher could not meet Shri Nathji, but it was ironic that he should have come to a city where God was very much alive, and in human form.
God to yahaan baithhaa hai! said Shri Nathji, God exists here! Who says that He is dead?
In 1978 there were devastating floods all over India. Delhi was severely threatened by the waters of the rising Jamna.
Dr. Nagpaul, who was teaching mathematics at Delhi, wrote a letter to Priya Nath:
The flood waters came up to Miranda House, but stopped short miraculously at my residence. It must have been due to the blessings your father sent me!
Priya Nath had sent him a photograph of Shri Nathji bearing the words, Mahaan Aashirvaad-innumerable blessings-just a few days before the floods.
Sometimes Dr. Nagpaul would ask Priya Nath: Why does your father speak so much with me? Perhaps you come as an empty vessel, said Priya Nath, and a natural flow goes out towards you