It was November 1962. Except for the war, Shri Nathji had spent some of the most carefree and relaxing months in a long time at Mussoorie in his residence, Savitri Nivas. Mateshwari had been fairly well and seemed to bear the cold with greater resistance than in earlier times.
Savitri Nivas seemed to be holding on to Shri Nathji and Mateshwari as if it were afraid they would go away again and never return.
However, Shri Nathji was bound by the fate he had written for himself, which was described as his leela; and though he could change the fate written for others he would not change it for himself, and the inexorable law of destiny was to take its course.
Now that the winter had set in, it had become necessary to move to the plains.
Shri Nathji wrote to Rajinder Kohli at Delhi and asked him to find a rented place for a few months. Kohli wrote back that he had found a place at West Patel Nagar.
Shri Nathji, Mateshwari, Priya Nath and Tiger the dog, left Savitri Nivas in the middle of November 1962. For the first time in years they were going to Delhi in a taxi, leaving their cars behind at Mussoorie.
As Mateshwari left Savitri Nivas a feeling of sadness filled her. Something within her told her that she would not be returning to Savitri Nivas again. As the taxi carrying them took the last bend on the hill road to Dehra Dun, from where Savitri Nivas was visible, Mateshwari cast one last glance at the house.
There were tears in her eyes as she left the mountains of Mussoorie where she had lived since 1939 after her marriage.
Tiger, who for the past four years had been content to stay behind at Savitri Nivas every time that Shri Nathji and his family went down to the plains, had now insisted that he be taken along. He had cried so much that Shri Nathji and Mateshwari had no alternative except to take him along with them to Delhi.