In October 1982, both Shri Nathji and Priya Nath come down with a virulent dengue fever. Several deaths have occurred in the city from the dengue. Shri Nathji endures the entire fever without taking any Crocin tablets or any other medicine to keep the fever and pain down. All through the fever he remains cheerful, writing ghazals, and at the end of it, says jokingly:“YE By the time 1982 had come to an end, Shri Nathji had completed over a thousand ghazals. Shri Nathji’s drama in human form was unfolding itself with the passing of years.“There is not a single leaf that can stir without my Will. There is not a single ant whose footsteps I cannot hear.”All throughout the year, Shri Nathji goes on meeting devotees and visitors incessantly, speaking to them at all odd hours of the day and night, and giving them untold bliss and peace–as he had been doing all his life.