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One day he had a very strange story to tell. He came to Shri Nathji, afraid and hesitant:

Khaamosh jo itnaa hoon mujhe gung na samjho
Ik arze tammannaa hai jo lab par arri hai
I am silent so, but do not think of me as dumb,
It is but a prayer halted on my lips.

During the past two nights he had been having a vivid dream, which appeared more real than reality itself:
I found myself in an area laden with heavenly fragrance. There were gardens and flowers all around me. The sounds of singing reached my ears. It was a female voice that sang.

‘Meri binti hai aavan ki
Bulaa loge to kyaa hogaa
My prayer is to come to thee,
What, then, if thou willst call me!’

As I came closer, I spotted a hut in the garden, and a divinely beautiful damsel came out of it, the song on her lips. She stopped as she saw me, and I, unable to look upon such radiant beauty, cast my eyes to the ground.
‘You are Shri Nathji’s friend,’ said the damsel,  ‘convey this message to him from me. I cannot speak to him directly. Tell him that his mission in life will only find fulfilment when I have joined him!’
I said: ‘But how can that be, fair Devi? You do not appear to be in mortal form!’
‘I shall enter the mortal form that he chooses as his partn­er in life. Go to Shri Nathji and bring his reply. I shall be waiting.’
The dream was so powerful that it remained fresh in my thoughts for the whole day. The next night the same dream was repeated in all its vivid details. I am afraid. How could the same dream come again and again? I am afraid of you–this might be an impertinence, and I am afraid of the Devi who will surely ask me for an answer!
The answer was to come from Shri Babaji Maharaj. While Shri Nathji was away on tour, he was residing in Lahore along with Jagatmataji, Shri Nathji’s mother.  
In Lahore there was Lala Hargopal Khanna, a well-known senior advocate of the city, who was the legal adviser of the Punjab National Bank in India. He had three sons and three daughters.