On the night of Monday, August 17, 1992, Shri Nathji sat in his armchair in the big room and began singing a ghazal all by himself. I rushed to get the video camera and filmed the glorious sight. Shri Nathji was apparently in good spirits and good health.“Pataa naheen kisski sharaarat hai!“I wonder who has played mischief!”Pitaji was referring to the powers of evil that always sought a chance to strike out at Him the moment He appeared to be improving. “Piyaji so jaao, aise to thhak jaaoge!“Piyaji go to sleep or you will tire yourself.”But I have been massaging His toes in the hope that the massage will restore them to normal. “So jaao“Go to sleep. Leave it to Nature. Who knows whether so much of massage is good or not?”How brave Pitaji is. Here we are in the dead of night with no doctor around – faced with the possibility of a paralytic stroke or something else that could be serious – with Pitaji undeterred, consoling me and leaving everything to Nature. O LORD, DEAR, DEAR PITIJI, PLEASE MAKE THY LEFT FOOT COME BACK TO NORMAL – It is 5:16 am.