On November 5, 1992, I and others went to Ram Nagar at Paharganj to look at marble from which statues of Pitaji and Mo could be carved. The shops were full of idols of Lord Rama, Lord Krishna, Lord Shankar and some had busts of political leaders. “Aap iss duniyaa ki vastu naheen hain! Aap to dev-lok ki moorti hain! Aapko kyaa zaroorat thhee ke iss gandi duniyaan men ham logon ke liye aate!“You do not belong to this world. You have come from Dev-Lok. Why did you have to come into this vicious world for our sake?”O Dear, Dear, Pitiji – why am I forgetting the 22 years we spent together in this House at Delhi since 1970 – and during the last years, the night medications, ghazals, talks, the morning weighings, our arguments on the correct weight, salt and water intakes, the changing of clothes, THY cute woollen sweaters, socks and pyjamas, and night caps, and “THY WILL BE DONE”O Dear, Dear, Pitaji, I recollect my numerous transgressions against THEE, my impertinences and disobediences and bullying, berating, quarrelling attitude – I am now fraternizing with the home group THOU had called “inauspicious” during THY last few days upon earth. Even now I am disobeying THEE and THY wishes, O Dear, Dear, Beloved Pitiji.