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The jungle was simply terror-striking. After moving some four kms more, the driver, myself and my brother-in-law were feeling disheartened. We had, perforce, to bring the car to a halt. What would happen if a lion comes? What if the car goes out of order? The whole atmosphere was dead silent and serene. All members of the family were in fright. Even in the midst of cold, drops of perspiration were visible on the face. Nobody in the car liked to talk, one to the other.
The driver and Kanubhai got down just with the hope of coming across somebody who will guide us to Kanakai. I too got down but did not find it proper to leave alone the women-folk. We closed the window-glasses. All felt that "now the Navakara Mahamantra was our only hope. Let us all chant it. Some way might be found out thereby." All started chanting the Mahamantra en mass. Our five-year old nephew, Amish, started to chant the Mahamantra in all speed; his eyes were closed.
Just at the time, at a distance, one old man looking like a farmer met my brother-in-law. He advised us to proceed slowly on the right side and assured us that a check-post of the forest department will be seen. From there the temple of Mataji was at a distance of 20 miles.
All experienced a little of ease. The car was moving slowly alongwith the chanting of the Navakara Mantra. We came to the check-post, all felt delighted and conceded that the influence of the Navakara was very great indeed!
Just then the forest officer Shri Sinha arrived in his jeep. On due inquiry he said: "At present it is not advisable to go to Kanakai. The road is hopelessly bad.
