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Life continued as usual for Shri Nathji at Lahore. There was Shri Nathji attending to his duties as husband and father, going to the market with Mateshwari and making purchases, buying toys and games for the children, exchanging pleasant homilies with Lala Hargopal, and otherwise meeting the devotees at all odd hours without any fixed appointments. Albeit it was a busy life, but even in the midst of this, Shri Nathji was able to find time to write. He would write on any piece of paper lying in the house, or any notebook that happened to be available. Many of these notebooks had scribblings of market purchases, daily expenses etc., but Shri Nathji used them all the same. When the divine inspiration to write came upon him, he had to have any piece of paper that was available.
Shri Nathji had put on weight with the coming of 1945. However he looked perfect in this additional weight that heralded the approach of middle age. He was 43 years old. Veritably, Shri Nathji was perfect–and beautiful–in every age that came to him. He was beautiful as a babe, beautiful as a child, beautiful as a boy, beautiful as a young man, beautiful as a husband, beautiful as a father, and beautiful now in middle age. His personality appeared generally to have acquired a greater majesty with the additional weight. His voice, too, had become louder and more impressive with the passage of time. It was as if an Emperor were coming into his own.
Even since the passing away of Shri Babaji Bhagwan, Shri Nathji had truly come into his own, and the glory of his light was shining more powerfully than ever before. It was as if Shri Babaji Bhagwan were acting through his body as well, thus giving him greater power than ever before.
Shri Nathji observed the birthday of Shri Babaji Bhagwan at Lahore that year. He gave a stunning lecture at the YMCA Hall and followed it up with a programme at the Geeta Hall in which qawwaalis were sung. Shri Babaji Bhagwan had always been very fond of qawwaalis as had Shri Nathji, and this occasion gave Shri Nathji a chance to listen to them again, as he used to, during the days of Shri Babaji Bhagwan. The qawwaals always appeared surcharged.
Shri Nathji recollected that Shri Babaji Bhagwan would frequently call the qawwaals to his house and listen to their qawwaalis while reclining on his bed, propped up against a pillow.
People would come to the house and fall into a swoon on beholding the divine light of Shri Babaji Bhagwan, which was always at its peak at such times.
Shri Nathji would be seen sitting at the side of his bed on a small chowki, i.e. stool, his hands clasped against his knees and wearing the simplest of home clothes.