Shri Nathji gets up from His armchair and begins walking in the big room, with the Holter in his left hand, and the strap going across His shoulder. “O Lord, a countless thanks for THY Infinite Love, Affection, and Kindness – for Thy Miracle in keeping Pitaji well while walking.”The Holter Monitor records each and every moment of Shri Nathji’s heart beats and takes an ECG every second of the walk.“Piyaji late naheen bahut ho gaye? Koyi thhorri si cheez dekar khatam karo.“Piyaji aren’t we very late? Let us take a little bit and finish dinner.”Shri Nathji takes a small dinner at 11:46 pm. Priya Nath goes into the kitchen to clean a bottle for the pathology laboratory man coming the next day – and almost burns a pot while boiling water in it! That was the reason Shri Nathji remained so worried whenever Priya Nath went into the kitchen.“Piyaji utthoge to daant bhee nikaalne hain!“Piyaji whenever you get up, I would like to remove the dentures.”Priya Nath brings the chocolate brown plastic cup in which Shri Nathji places His dentures for the night.“Kal saare“Let all the Blood Tests be all right tomorrow!”Shri Nathji says:“Ttheek hee hain, sab theek hai!“They are all right. Everything is all right!”Priya Nath asks Shri Nathji whether He wants any further fluids, and Shri Nathji replies that they could try tea, or maybe not, saying:“Paseene men to nikalaa hogaa.“Fluids must have been lost in perspiration. The doctor, too, had asked: “Maharajji, do you perspire a lot?’”