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and sleep on a bed of velvet. But he would not speak a word. Various tasty food-stuffs were placed before him. But Virat was a staunch devotee of the Mahamantra; a follower of the Jain order; how could he take food at night! Without taking any food Virat was in his bed. He was chanting the Navakara Mantra, but there was no peace for him in his soft bed.
It was black midnight, the Palli was at an unknown spot and he was all alone in the midst of persons unknown to him!
He got up from his bed, fell at the feet of the Mantradhiraja and offer mental salutation to the charming idol of the Siddachala.
Once more the leader made requests to him to speak. He would not budge an inch. The clouds of dejection on his face did not get lost. Three days passed in this way. The memories of the Siddhachala arose in his heart, in his memories; his heart was weeping for meeting the divine.
Under these circumstances, he went to the feet of the Mantra; all his hopes were experiencing happiness and peace in his humble submission at the feet of the royal Mantra.
Again he got lost in the realm of deep thoughts. He thought to himself: "Is it now possible for Virat to escape from these shackles? Will my dream of the heart to have some dialogue get lost? No, no, let me make my mind strong and heroic; let me add heroism in my life, so that my dream bears fruits; so that hopes turn to concrete shape!
The flow of thoughts on his part came to a stop. The Sardar was standing in his front and trying to please him.
