O Lord, one of the most dreadful things happened at my hands at 4:30 am. I am the greatest sinner in the world. “Oh! Oh! Oof! Pataa naheen kyaa huaa!“Oh! Oh! Oof! I don’t know what happened!”I had sprained his neck horribly. He could hardly move it from side to side without unendurable pain.“I am the greatest sinner upon earth! Whatever I do causes suffering to you! I am the reason for all your sufferings!“Jo kuch bhee ham karte hain vo aapko takleef detaa hai!”Pitaji at once denied this in a loud voice, suppressing His pain with a superhuman effort, even in His weakened comatose state:“Naheen! Aap hee to itni dekhbhaal kar rahe hain!“No! No! You are looking after me so faithfully!”Pitaji consoled me in a very loving voice, which was albeit weak and hoarse, and with a slurring in speech.“Naheen, vo to ussee vakt hat gayi thhee!”“No, the pain went away that very instant.”I knew He was much too good to tell me of the pain even if it existed, which was a certainty. “Ye din charrhaa hai – yaa raat hai?“Is the day approaching – or is it night?”And I reply:“Din charrh rahaa hai!“It is day. Monday morning has come.”Pitaji got up in bed at 6 am to cough out sputum, and I took the opportunity of taking His temperature – and lo and behold! Due to THY GRACE, O LORD, PITIJI – the temperature was 98.1 F!!