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It’s 1:40 am. Pitaji was laughing as I mentioned the manner in which the BBC Television was making fun of Queen Elizebeth and the Duke of Edinburgh, using puppets with cartoon faces to represent them.“Ab iss saare nakshe ko badal daalo. Ham to tabaah huye jaa rahe hain!“Change this scene of illness now. I am on the brink of disaster!”It was a very unkind thing for me to say, especially when He was trying His best to make me feel happy – minimizing His symptoms, even concealing them, lest they alarm me, and was the bravest person on earth, facing illnesses with great fortitude and a determination to get well.“Tabaah kyon! Pataa naheen kis ki nazaren lagi hain!“Why a disaster! I wonder whose evil eyes have fallen upon us!”I have prayed to Pitaji to change this distressing scene of illnesses and to usher in a new era of glowing health – but I have fears that my prayers will not be heard, because Pitaji’s mission in life is to suffer for mankind.