1981. Swamishri was going from Sarangpur to Bochasan for the Guru Purnima festival there. Out of sheer grace, Swamishri had taken me along with him in the car.

Initially, he talked a lot. Then as we neared Dhandhuka, the sun began to set and the skies became splashed with the golden, rusty colours of dusk.

Swamishri was in the front; Yogicharan Swami, Santswarup Swami and I were in the back. Turning round slightly, Swamishri looked to me and said, "Do you know the godi?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Come on then," Swamishri said, "Sing."

I was holding Harikrishna Maharaj in my lap. As I started off with the jais, Swamishri finished what he wanted to say. "Arti, ashtak, godi - wherever you may go, never forget them. It's Maharaj's agna. Before, the sadhus used to sing all the kirtans off by heart as well. Never needed books!"

Then we started the godi. "Sant samagam kije..." In the traditional style, with just the right tempo, Swamishri's smooth, melodious voice sang away.

Even in a whirlwind of activities, Swamishri has always remained unwavering in the devotion of the Lord.