Pitaji had a fast respiratory rate of 27 – 30 on Sunday morning and refused to take even a teaspoonful of water. He was becoming more and more comatose – and every time I left the room to either telephone a doctor or to talk to Mangla or Ramesh Kapahi, He would say to me in a weak voice:“Piyaji baahar mat jaana. Yahaan baitthe raihna.“Piyaji don’t go out. Keep sitting here.”And I would return and lie down or sit on His bed, alongside Him.