There was Ravi Kumar Kakkar, the friend of Priya Nath from his days at Allahabad University, who was an Engineer in the Telephone Department. He had been sent to Assam to lay cables. The area was strife-torn. No man’s life was safe. “Don’t shoot! Leave him alone! And let us go!”Shri Nathji’s portrait had saved Kakkar.“WHY ARE YOU WORRYING? DON’T THINK OF ANYTHING – THINK ONLY OF ME!”It was distinctly the Voice of Shri Nathji.“Kakkar we have decided to keep you in Delhi rather than send you to Assam!”This was precisely what Kakkar had asked of Shri Nathji in his prayers.