Shri Nathji remains in bed, writing ghazals, with his quilt across his knees. The weather is intensely cold, and the streets are lonely in the evenings. “Mere bhakton ne Babaji Maharaj ke saamne kahaa thhaa ke ham “My devotees had sworn before Babaji Maharaj that they would not betray me like Christ’s disciples had betrayed him.”The usual routines follow: There is L.R.Khanna with the food, Shri Nathji writing ghazals 18 hours a day, the night satsangs to the Kapahi group.