I told Dr. Ravi Saxena that Pitaji was having difficulty swallowing food–as if his throat muscles were not functioning, and that therefore there was a danger of the food going into his windpipe, which could be fatal. “Ghutan naheen hai, pet men dard hai.”Maybe He said this only to keep me free of worry – as I had told Him I could never bear to see Him breathless. I am sure he was suffocating but was not telling me.“MY PITIJI! MY PITIJI! MY DEAR, BELOVED PITIJI!”And Pitaji responded:“Naheen, aisaa naheen! Pataa naheen kisski sharaarat hai!“No, No, not like this! I wonder who has played mischief! You must enquire.”When I cry at the great agony He is facing, He consoles me with the darling, dear, dear, words of His, said firmly through His gasping:“MAIN THHEEK HOON!“I am all right!”He said this to free me of all worry, so concerned was He about me.