Back at home there is the home group of devotees. Shri Nathji gets out of the car, and the first thing he does is to bless the chauffeur of the car who touches Shri Nathji’s feet. Shri Nathji speaks to the home group with the same divine bliss which he had showered upon the President of India. For Shri Nathji all men upon earth are equal.“The security guard at the entrance to Rashtrapati Bhavan had passed a metal detector over the turban of Charanjit Singh. Why did he have to do that, – when Charanjit Singh was the grandson of the President? Didn’t he trust him? I wonder what he thought was concealed inside his turban—a time bomb?”Priya Nath was hard put to recollect all that Shri Nathji had said, and later had to ask Shri Nathji to dictate the verses to him when they were inside their bedroom.“Jaane azeez kaabile sozo gudaaz nest“O Beloved Friend, burn not this thread of life,Both, Shri Nathji and Priya Nath, decide that they like Giani Zail Singh immensely.“Aap se milkar barri khushee mil rahi hai!”“I am filled with great happiness on meeting you!”Giani Zail Singh himself left the world in 1994, thus arriving in the Kingdom of which Shri Nathji was the President; and surely Shri Nathji must have given him a royal reception in return for the reception Gianiji had given him upon earth.