After our enquiries about town, we were invited to the house of the Mukhi Saheb of Rajula where we told him our family history. It was not long before mum had got herself a ginan vado and dad was given first dua!
On arrival at Rajula Jamatkhana we once again had an interesting experience. Men and women hardly mingle in the Jamatkhana and the Huzur Mukhis wear special hats.
On leaving Rajula it was surprising how much of an impact we had appeared to have made. One woman cried as she knew dad was a Huzur Mukhi and believed he was her saviour. Several people were naturally curious to see us in the remote town of Rajula.]
Once we had waved our good byes, we made the long and tiring journey back home. Our expert driver Jignesh, whose name my dad could never remember, safely navigated us through the dark roads back to Bhavnagar, arriving finally around 10:30. We would have to savour our energy for Palitana the next day, a 3700 steps hill journey…
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