Dada came home as soon as he was free from the work of his shop. While he was still climbing the stairs, he called to Komal. Komal was polite and gentle by nature. Dada loved him dearly. The firs thing he would do soon after coming home was to see Komal. He would never engage himself in any other task till he had seen him. Today Komal did not turn up as usual in response to his call. He entered the house and made inquiries about him He was told that he (Komal) had gone somewhere outside the house and had not returned till then. Dada sat down waiting for him. It was 10 P.M. but Komal didn’t return. This added to Dada’s anxiety. He sent some men to search for him but all returned disappointed. They could get no clue to his whereabouts. He grew restless but Komal’s dadi asked him not to be perturbed unnecessarily. Komal was not a child and was unlikely to go astray. She advised him to go to bed which he did and fell asleep.
Dada was up again in the early hours of morning when the clock had hardly struck four. He did not say his prayers. To him Komal was all in all. The house began to resound with the words, “Komal! Komal !” Dada’s words awakened all those who were asleep in the house except Komal who did not wake up as he had gone to bed late last evening. Dada was told that Komal had come and was still lying asleep. Dada heaved a sigh of relief. The rays of the sun penetrated Komal’s room. He soon woke up and had hardly sat when he found Dada already standing before him. He stood up and touched his feet.