Pitaji sent over Sardar Jaswant Singh, our neighbour in the colony, in his car. I had in fact not wanted to go with anyone else. “Na tan dekhtaa hoon na jaan dekhtaa hoon“I see neither this body, nor this Life,“Jidhar dekhtaa hoon jahaan dekhtaa hoon“No matter where I look, no matter where I see,Indeed, Pitaji had gone out of the limits of His Body and was now EXISTENCE itself – an Ocean of Existence which contained in it the Greatest of the Great and the smallest of the small.“Subah tak vo bhee na chhorri toone ai baade sabaa,“O Morning Breeze, thou didst not leave by the morn,It was a sad and dismal scene at the rostrum where the funeral pyre had been lit only the day before. There were dark logs of half-burnt wood along with ashes everywhere. How was it possible to pick out Dear, Dear, Pitaji’s Sacred Ashes from the midst of it all?“Prabhuji chale gaye, unhonen mujhe vaayada kiyaa thhaa ke naheen jaayenge – vo chale gaye – unkaa vaayada galat nikalaa!”“Prabhuji has gone. He had promised me that He would not go. He has gone. His promise was wrong.”I said to Khullar:“No – He has kept His promise. He has not gone. He has in fact come closer to us. He has entered our very hearts and souls!”This was what Bhayya had also said on the phone to me. “Pitaji was right when He said ‘The trees began to fan me in the hot September Sun. Pitaji was looking after me, ordering the winds to sway the trees for my sake; or else moving them Himself with His own Hands – He had revealed to me His Power. He was not that weak and exhausted person in bed. He was Something Else. He had imprisoned His Real Power behind the outer appearance of His human Form. He was now HIS ALMIGHTY SELF.