Yogi received Amitabh’s letter and, through a few trusted friends, arranged accommodation for the family in the Annamalaiyar Temple Devasthanam Chatram, located close to his residence on Sannathi Street. Soon after, the family members of Yogi Ramsuratkumar arrived in Tiruvannamalai and came directly to the house where he lived.

Sri Gorak Dixit, his son-in-law, knocked at the door. Yogi himself opened the large wooden door and stood silently near the iron grill of the verandah. For a few moments, the family stood transfixed, gazing at him. Then Yogi slowly opened the grill gate, invited everyone inside, closed it again, and led them into the house. Standing at his place, he asked the women to sit on his left and the men on his right.

At that moment, Smt. Ram Ranjini Devi, Yogi’s wife, was overwhelmed by emotion. She rose from her seat, approached him, stood silently before him for a few moments, and suddenly fell at his feet, clasping them tightly and breaking down in uncontrollable sobs. The atmosphere was charged with intense emotional and divine vibrations.

Tears streamed down Yogi’s cheeks. He stood unmoving like a rock—yet a rock that was melting. No words were spoken. Everyone present was sobbing; speech was impossible. For more than half an hour, the house resonated only with weeping.

After a long silence, Yogi gently asked Ram Ranjini Devi to return to her seat. He then enquired about those assembled. He recognised Sri Ramakanth Rai and his wife; the others introduced themselves. When his daughters Yasodhara and Beena spoke, they too broke down in tears. Beena introduced her husband Sri Gorak Dixit and their son Murari. Ram Ranjini Devi introduced her daughter-in-law Rekha Kumari, Amitabh’s wife, and her grandchildren Bharathi and Ashutosh.

Yogi asked his assistant to bring milk for everyone. When it arrived, he personally served each one. Afterward, he instructed that the vessels be returned and then took the family to the chatram where he had arranged their stay. For the next few days, Yogi spent much of his time with them, showering his love and attention.

Yogi had never left his family out of frustration, hatred, or worldly disappointment. He loved his wife and children deeply. Like any devoted husband and father, he had shared moments of joy and intimacy with them. He enjoyed a respectable position in society and a steady income.

However, after the incident in his youth involving the death of a small bird, an inner transformation had begun—a fire that was later kindled by Sri Kapadia Baba and further deepened at Kasi Vishwanath Temple. Though the inner call was subtle, it left an indelible mark on him. He could not escape it.

He was drawn to Ram Ranjini Devi and married her, yet within a few years, the burning aspiration for God and Truth resurfaced with unbearable intensity. He was compelled to leave again in search of his Guru and God. Though children were born in the meantime and he loved them dearly, the oscillation between worldly attachment and divine longing continued for years—like a pendulum swinging between two worlds.

Finally, through the grace of the Masters, he was uprooted entirely from worldly identity and replanted in pure Divinity. The price was death—the death of ego and personal identity. Ram Surat Kunwar, the teacher, the headmaster, the family man, ceased to exist. In his place stood the Lord Himself, radiant in the form of Yogi Ramsuratkumar.

When his family came after twenty-five years, Yogi fully perceived their suffering—the silent endurance of his wife and children during decades of separation. Out of compassion, he wept with them, laughed with them, and played with them. For five days he stayed closely with them. Initially, the family felt they had regained their husband and father, but soon they sensed the blazing fire of total renunciation within him. They understood that his love for them was the same boundless love he offered to all suffering beings. This realization brought deep disappointment.

During the following days, Yogi took them to Arunachaleswarar Temple, Ramanashram, and Skandashram. He blessed his young granddaughter Bharathi with a necklace and gave her brother a small toy.

On the fifth day, Murugesan, Parthasarathy, and Sivasankaran arrived with their families. Later that afternoon, Yogi’s family also gathered.

Gorak Dixit told that his son Murari is not well and having fever. Murari was about 7 years old. When Yogi asked Murari to come near him, he hesistantly moved forward. Yogi put him on his lap and fondled him saying “Long live Murari, long, long live Murari’. After few minutes he allowed Murari to go to his mother.

Yogi asked Ramakant Rai about their program. Ramakant Rai replied that they are leaving the same evening to Madurai and then proceed to Rameswaram. Suddenly a feeble voice from the ladies side interfered. It was Ram Ranjini Devi requesting that arrangements be made for her to live near Yogi in Tiruvannamalai and serve him. Yogi became serious and then, with grave firmness, he spoke:

“After 25 long years you people wanted to see this mad beggar and this beggar gave you the permission. This is the same old mad beggar you had seen earlier. If you think this beggar is closely related to you people then my Father will look after you, my Father will protect you. But do not try to make a scene here. You have come here to see this beggar and you have seen this beggar. Now you all should go back to your places. My Father will look after you. From this side (Pointing Smt Ramranjini Devi) this beggar heard something. Don’t do that. You should all go back."

The sudden severity shocked the family. They could not comprehend the shift from tenderness to detachment.

Yogi turned to Murugesan and calmly said to him “Murugeshji, My King, All the people are from this beggar’s family. If you want to learn anything about this beggar’s earlier life, you can get to know by asking from them.”

Murugesan replied humbly, “Swami, it is enough for us to know the Swami in the present. Nothing else is required”.

When Yogi was about to sent his family members, Murugesan intervened and asked “Swami, Shouldn’t we give something to them?”

Yogi asked “What can we give?”

At that time Murugesan had only a juice bottle in his hand. He handed it over to Yogi. Yogi gave that juice bottle itself as Prasad to his family.

Unable to argue or persuade Yogi, the family members left in confusion. Eventually, they understood that though he belonged to them, he was forever beyond them. They resumed their pilgrimage and returned home with Ram Ranjini Devi.

Ram Ranjini Devi bore her destiny with quiet strength. She educated her children, secured employment, and upheld dignity through hardship. After her visit in 1982, she accepted Yogi’s decision with grace. She last saw him in 2000. When he attained mahasamadhi in 2001, she was not formally informed. She later performed the rites from afar.

On 25 December 2004, after fifty-two years of solitude and endurance, she passed away peacefully at Ranchi, aged eighty-three, in the presence of her family.

Thus ended the life of a noble soul—one who silently bore the weight of destiny with love, sacrifice, and unwavering dignity.