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Shri Nathji and his family were welcomed at the airport at Delhi by Ganesh Prasad Bhutt, Jagdish Bhutt and other devotees, all of whom prostrated before Shri Nathji.
From there they all went to the residence of Bhutt at 6/22 Western Extension Area, Karol Bagh, New Delhi.
The weather in Delhi had become warm with the coming of March, and Shri Nathji was feeling the heat. Shri Nathji had always said that he found the hot weather uncomfortable because he had been born on a hill station, Abbotabad, in District Peshawar in the Punjab, and that he had become accustomed to the cold climate of Mussoorie.
The Bhutts did everything in their power to make Shri Nathji, Mateshwari and the children as comfortable as they could. Shri Nathji and his family had become unaccustomed to flies and mosquitoes after living in Mussoorie for so many years. However, these abounded in Delhi, and Bhutt and his wife were frequently seen standing by the side of Shri Nathji, Mateshwari and the children, fanning away the flies.
Bhutt would ever afterwards recall these hot days of March-April 1947 which were ill-suited to Shri Nathji’s health and well-being. He would speak of the mosquitoes and the flies as well as a creaking ceiling fan that kept Shri Nathji awake during the nights.
Bhutt would sit at the feet of Shri Nathji and massage the calves of his legs with nimble hands and fingers. Shri Nathji would ever recall afterwards that Bhutt had very soft hands: “Bhutt Saheb ke barre gud-gude haath thhe!”
Bhutt would say to Shri Nathji:
“Prabhuji, please don’t tire yourself lecturing to us. Let us know only of your welfare.
“Prabhuji, ham se bol kar apne aap ko mat thhakaayaa karen. Hamse to koyi dukh sukh kee baat kiyaa karen!”
Shri Nathji would never tire of telling people how Bhutt had written to him in August 1942 when his arm was hurt:

“Prabhuji, mere donon baazoo torr den magar apnaa baazoo theek kar len!

“Prabhuji, break both my arms if necessary, but cure thy arm!”

Indeed, for Shri Nathji and Mateshwari, Ganesh Prasad Bhutt was the living epitome of devotion. Shri Nathji’s lectures made him a legend in the years to come.
Mrs. Gangabai Bhutt, for all her sincerity and devotion, had the habit of speaking too much and too frequently, and also arguing with Bhutt all the time, so that her constant chatter could be heard in the house most of the time, above the noise of the traffic in the streets outside.
She would also stand before Shri Nathji and Mateshwari and sing bhajans while they ate their meals. Her bhajans were offerings of her heart, and the time was to come when they would be on the lips of many.
The house was full of idols and pictures of various gods and goddesses, kept there by Mrs. Gangabai Bhutt, leading Bhutt to often quarrel with his wife and to say:
“What need do you have to worship these images of old?”

“Bhagwan to sarrkon par ghoomaa karte hain!

“God is walking on the streets of the world these days!

Bhutt would also say to his wife:
“How fortunate we are that the Invisible God, which remains only in the imagination of most people, is before us in human form and has allowed us to come close to him and to serve him! This thought alone is enough to keep us in unbounded bliss forever!”
Gangabai Bhutt brought a renowned saint of India, Sant Tukroji Maharaj, for the darshan of Shri Nathji, and the saint was overpowered by Shri Nathji’s divinity. He sang bhajans before him and prostrated before him. But Gangabai Bhutt always thought he was not able to obtain the same divine grace of Shri Nathji as she and her husband had obtained. She attributed this to the inherent pride of mahatmas who had become accustomed to crowds  worshipping them.
The major source of relaxation provided for Shri Nathji was by Jagdish and his friend Rajjan. The two would vie with each other in entertaining Shri Nathji, Mateshwari and the children. They would frequently take them out into the city of Delhi in the two little cars, which they had – Baby Austins, both. While Jagdish drove his old, weather-beaten car, Rajjan prided in driving Shri Nathji and Mateshwari in the brand new car he had. Albeit the two friends were always cheerful and made Shri Nathji and Mateshwari laugh.
Those were the days when the riots had filtered across to Delhi as well, and the streets were unsafe in the nights. There were times when Bhutt would roam the roof of his house with a gun in his hand so that his Lord and Master, Shri Nathji, could sleep in safety inside.
Shri Nathji would later recall with feeling:

“Delhi men meri hifaazat ke liye Bhutt Sahib raaton bhar bandook lekar chhatt par ghoomaa karte thhe!

“Bhutt Sahib would roam on the roof of the house in the nights, with a gun in his hand, for the sake of my security.”