The story return to the jungle where the yajna was performed. It is dark in the jungle as the sun was hiding behind the black clouds. The sadhu is sitting with his eyes closed and his head bowed. His hands were pressed together on the ground in front of him, and tears streamed down his face.
He stand with his head down but then he open his eyes and see in the sky and said loudly with big smile on his face and tears in his eyes, "You are back My Son!" He wiped his tears away and said, "I am coming my son". He take his yoga danda in his left hand and kamandalu in his right hand and start to ran. Because of his age he can't run very fast but still he is doing his best and tried to be as fast as much as possible. The wind is strong that we can see the leaves and small branches are getting separated from trees and it becomes hard for sadhu to move. He kept stumbling and falling, but nothing could stop him.
After a few minutes, he reached small hut made of wood and covered with large leaves. It is inside the jungle. In front of the hut there is a shade, also made of wood. In the strong wind, the sadhu has covered his face from hand to protect from wind and the objects that were moving due to the wind. He entered the shade and looked at the ashes, which were moving in a wave-like motion, like a tsumani. Now, the ashes began to form some shapes. The sadhu watching everything with his eyes wide open. He did not blink his eyes. We can see the hope in his eyes. His breath coming in short gasps. His fist was clenched tightly at his side.
The ashes swirled and danced in the wind, forming the shape of two legs. Then, the stomach began to take shape, followed by the neck. The hands and face began to form together, slowly but surely. The body is start to glow with a bright light, so bright that it is impossible to see it. Even the sadhu has to covered his eyes with hand. The environment start to become to normal. The sun comes out of black clouds. The wind stop to flow. There again we can see the green trees and listen the bird charming. The light from the body began to dim, and finally, it disappeared altogether. A young sadhu, wearing a saffron dhoti and with long black hair and beard was standing there. The old sadhu uncovered his face and see his son. There is a big smile on his face. He put his yoga danda and kamandalu on the ground and run towards his son (young sadhu) to embrace him. He held him tightly and cried tears of joy, saying over and over again, "My son, my son." At present there is no moment in his son. He just stand straight like a statue with his eyes open.