Pitaji just said to me:“Piyaji, zaraa sa haathh lagaa denaa. Kandhe ko dabaa denaa.“Piyaji, apply your hand a little bit to massage my shoulders.”I had done this “massage” – which was just a little pressing of his shoulders over his shirt and sweater–on many occasions before, and Pitaji had appreciated the ‘seva’ beyond measure, loveable soul that He is. Whenever I would massage His shoulders He would say:“Wah! Aankh si khul rahi hai! Sab thakaavat door ho gayi! Ab bas karo, thhak mat jaanaa!“Wonderful! The eyes are opening! All the fatigue has gone. You can stop now, don’t tire yourself. God Bless you, Piyaji, God Bless you! How much you care for me!”Later, He would embrace me and pat me on my back, saying: “God Bless you, God Bless you, God Bless you! I am perfectly well! Goodaa morning! Goodaa morning! May you, I and Bhayya live long!”I could never forget the dear, dear, voice that spoke so lovingly to me and the tender loving hands that embraced me and patted me on the back an innumerable number of times, despite my unworthiness, my impertinences and my incompetence in looking after Him. Truly Pitaji was all love from head to foot.