His family life was not a happy one. One son had become melancholy, like mad. This son, Prayag Raj was very dear to his father, being exceptionally intelligent and very learned in sastra at a young age. But he met one neighbor girl. This kind of association was forbidden by Bengali society. Many years later I came upon this son when he had left his family house, after Prabhupada had been gone for ten years. I was on Kalan Street when suddenly I saw that Prayag was approaching me from the other side of the street. He looked like a street beggar and was collecting broken papers and things, putting them here and again collecting more. For ten years, I had no trace of him and at that time I stood in front of him. He knew me very well and said, 'Oh, Govind tu. How are you?' I told him, 'Where are you living now? How are you?' He said, 'I am going on, sometimes living in the Mullik house.' Then I walked on and saw he was still collecting. I was sad to see this. I stood by the side for about half an hour and watched him. What happened to this boy who was so intelligent, with such a great father?
Later at Candrodaya Mandira, I met with Prabhupada. "Have you seen Prayag Raj anywhere?" he asked. I told him, yes, and explained what had happened. Pishima was there and Prabhupada ordered her strongly, "Oh, Pishima. Priya bhai. You search him out, find him and take care of him. You have made a vow that you would do this."