After finishing his lunch, Shri Nathji dutifully takes the tablets kept for him in his small silver cup by Priya Nath. “I think I will stop writing ghazals after the 101st ghazal notebook!”Priya Nath finds the statement very cryptic and even frightening. Why should Shri Nathji think of stopping writing the ghazals which had become a part of his daily routine, even more so than eating or sleeping?“O Maharaj! You are following whatever others are saying,–don’t you have any Will of your own?”Shri Nathji replied: “When so many wills are mine, then what is the use of my having a separate will of my own?”Priya Nath had not forgotten those days in London when Shri Nathji would sit silently without making any programmes nor expressing any will of his own, nor those days in America, when he would never say when he had to return. It was as if everything happened to be in the hands of those who were living with him. It was this aspect of his astonishing, self-effacement that revealed him to be God. As Shri Bhutt used to say to him:“Prabhuji, aap sab ki maan lete hain, issee liye to aap Bhagwan hain!“Prabhuji, you agree to everything that anyone says–which is why you are God!”Shri Nathji had often said to Priya Nath:“Priyaji maine zindagi men kissee par apni“Priyaji, I have never asserted my own will upon anyone in my life!”It was the “will” of a person that was his ego, his “I”. Since Shri Nathji had no ego within him, it followed that he had no will of his own. He was, in fact, the Servant of the Earth, who served the world silently without asking for anything in return, and without forcing his will upon the people of the world.“This garland is not a garland of honour, for honour is given only to honourable judges. This is not a garland of respect, because respect is reserved for the elders; it is not a garland of reverence either, for reverence is meant for the pandits. This is a garland of worship–for only worship can be offered to God!”And Shri Nathji had replied:“Jiss Bhagwan ko Shri Thumreji ne mujh men dekh kar ye haar paihnaayaa hai, main ussee Bhagwan ko aap sab men dekhkar apne hridaiya ke haar paihnaa rahaa hoon!“I see the very God within you, which Shri Thumreji saw in me when he garlanded me, –and I offer you the garlands of my heart!”Shri Nathji gave up his own will to concentrate on his autobiography, and dutifully obeyed Priya Nath, and continued writing ghazals right up to the last. In 1992 when Shri Nathji left the world, he had already begun his 197th ghazal notebook and wrote his last ghazal on the 30th of August, before passing away on the 6th of September 1992.