I do not know what happened, but I promptly went to sleep in the bedroom immediately after entering it. At first I fell on Pitaji’s empty bed – left in the state it was in, on September 6, 1992 – and wept my heart out, kissing the bed-sheet and blanket and the pillows. I WOULD ONLY BIDE MY TIME ON EARTH UNTIL THE DAY HE CALLED ME TO HIMSELF TO TAKE ME INTO HIS ARMS FOREVER.