It was the day Pran Nath was arriving in India. I remembered the days past when Pitaji would especially put on His “Gayaa Jahaaz?“Has the plane gone?”Pitaji had asked me in the car. And I had told Him it had. Pitaji had closed His eyes for a few moments, blessing Pran Nath from His heart and soul. “Pitaji iss “Pitaji used to come to receive me in this car. Today his seat is vacant!”“Unhen jaanaa naheen chahiye thhaa!“He should not have gone!”Pran Nath was looking weak and emaciated, a shadow of himself. It appeared that between September 6, 1992 and September 17, 1992 he had been in a state of great grief and shock and had probably not taken food.“Pitaji should not have gone! He should not have gone!”Pointing to the bed, he said:“Vo bechaare to kissee ko bhee kuchh naheen kaihte thhe. Sirf manje par baitth kar ghazalen likhte raihte thhe.“He was so good he never said anything to anyone. He would simply sit in bed writing ghazals quietly.”When I told him of all the details, he didn’t blame me, but simply said: “It must have been Pitaji’s wish to go.”When I wept and blamed myself severely he consoled me and said:“Don’t say things like that! You served Him so loyally over the years. You did the best you could do. It wasn’t your fault. It was Pitaji’s wish.”Pran Nath’s words gave me some consolation, although he, too, was appalled at the version given by Dr. Barat of Pitaji being drowned by the forcing of fluids. However, he had his doubts about this version – and ended the discussion by saying philosophically:“Of what use trying to decipher the cause? Pitaji is gone. We will never get Him back.”There was the small plastic time-piece, the clock with a red dial and white hands and numbers, brought by Pran Nath for Pitaji in 1980, which Pitaji very fondly wound every morning and held close to his ears to listen to the sounds of ticking. “Aapki gharri mere paas parri hai!“The clock you sent is kept close to me!”-An atmosphere of sorrow prevailed in the house. But Bhayya was quick to add as he spoke to me:“We shouldn’t cry, Pitaji wanted us to be happy!”Pitaji’s verse echoed in my ears:“Khudaa-ra dil mere men bas tum apni yaad raihne doo“O Lord, leave THOU Thy remembrance in my heart,On the 22nd of February 1988, on the birthday of Pran Nath, at a time when Pran Nath was in London, Pitaji and I had celebrated his birthday at New Delhi in our house.