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It was in Simla, that Shri Nathji, as a child, played God. He did something only God could have done. He awakened in the middle of the night and suddenly wished that it might be day.

Din charh jaa! he said in a loud tone,
Let it be day!

And that very instant the rays of the sun appeared to spread everywhere. It must have been an old habit of Shri Nathji. As the Creator, he had said, Let there be light, in the beginning of creation.
During the early years of his life he lived like a child with his father. And as he began to grow up he performed his worldly duties to perfection. He would show an ideal respect for Shri Babaji Maharaj–a respect no son had ever shown his father before. He was so conscious of obedience to his father’s wishes that he would not even perform his daily ablutions without taking permission from him.
There was the time when Shri Nathji served Shri Babaji Maharaj day and night. At one point, he became so exhausted that he thought he would collapse if he had to do one more chore. But, then, he told himself that he would go on working until he col­lapsed, rather than stop work for fear of collapse.
There was one hurt that was to remain in Shri Nathji’s heart forever. Shri Babaji Maharaj had his hand on the ground and Shri Nathji had accidentally stepped on his thumb. The nail had turned blue. No matter how hard Shri Babaji Maharaj tried to placate Shri Nathji, the bruise never left Shri Nathji’s heart.
It had been a great desire in Shri Nathji’s mind that he leave the world before Shri Babaji Maharaj, that the years of his life be added to those of Shri Babaji Maharaj. This was, however, mere wishful thinking on the part of the young Shri Nathji. His love for his father was part of his manushya leela, his drama as a human upon earth–a part he played to perfection.

Shri Babaji Maharaj would often say to Shri Nathji: Nathji, even though you are so great, you still speak with the innocence of a child.”
“Nathji aap itne bare hokar bhee dandiyaan vilak ke baat karte hain!”

In later years, when Shri Nathji became a young man and began speaking to multitudes, he would never deliver a sermon if Shri Babaji Maharaj were present. Once he was delivering a magnificent speech at Aror Bans Hall in Lahore when Shri Babaji Maharaj entered. Shri Nathji immediately stopped speaking. He had far too much respect for Shri Babaji Maharaj to speak before him.
The only time in his life that Shri Babaji Maharaj ever heard Shri Nathji speak was many years later, over Lahore radio. With one ear close to the radio set, Shri Babaji Maharaj remarked: “Wah Beta! Khush raho! Wonderful, son! May you ever remain happy!