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As the days passed, there was the familiar figure of Shri Nathji walking on Marine Drive again, with crowds being drawn towards him even as he drank the water from the green coconuts by the side of the sea. There was Shri Nathji eating ‘chaat’at Chowpatty, Shri Nathji at Purohit’s Vegetarian Restaurant, Shri Nathji at the Gateway of India, Shri Nathji at Malabar Hill, Shri Nathji at the small restaurant located on the top of Malabar Hill, having tea and finger-chips with Mateshwari, Pran Nath and Priya Nath.
It was as if a new life had come into the city of Bombay itself. The earth itself was vibrating with happiness at the sound of the footsteps of its Creator upon the ground.
Shri Nathji’s tryst with Bombay was coming to a close. It was March 1955, and the boys’ school had opened in Mussoorie. Shri Nathji had given his darshan and blessings to as many people as he could, to the sea of humanity on the pavements and roads, to shopkeepers in their shops, and to visitors at his home.
He had lifted the burden of sorrow from the hearts of thousands of people without their being aware of it. Few would know that it was God himself whom they had met walking in the crowded streets of the city of Bombay.