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It was in this verandah that Shri Nathji would feed the dog, Bhotu, when he was alive, and indeed, play with the dogs in the house in the years gone by, as they ran around him with joy.“Mere Bhola Nathaa ko milne chalaa!”It was in this verandah that Mahamateshwari’s voice had resonated as she sang on the 23rd of every June in the years gone by:“Prabhu mere sharan teri main aayaa”“O, My Lord, I take refuge in THEE”Each and every particle of this verandah had become sacred with the touch of Shri Nathji and Mahamateshwari.