As the strain from erring devotees continues, taxing Shri Nathji’s heart no end, there is the loyal devotee, Kamla Rijumal from Patel Nagar, who comes and says to Shri Nathji:“I pray to Thee to grace our home but once, so that I can tell the world that the God who resides in all living things and the world–has come down in human form as Shri Nathji!”Shri Nathji is very pleased with the Rijumals. Kamla’s husband was a poor man who made a living distributing vegetables in the market. He would purchase bananas and ripen them in a room of his house, and later he would sell them and place his earnings before Shri Nathji, which rarely came to more than a hundred rupees. But for Shri Nathji this offering was worth more than the entire wealth of the world. Nothing moved him more than an offering of love, especially, when the devotee was poor. Indeed, as Lord Krishna, Shri Nathji had snatched the dry rice of Sudama, as Lord Rama he had eaten the sucked berries of Bhilnee.