O LORD, a countless thanks, it is now 2:15 am. Pitaji is sitting in His armchair in the bedroom – and is eating ‘“GOODAA MORNING! FIRST CLASS! FIRST CLASS!”Re-assuring me that He was feeling perfectly all right, so that I may wash and shave without haste.“Jai! Jai! Bahut hi svaad banaayaa!“Jai! Jai! It was deliciously made!”I had been showing Pitaji two inflatable rubber tubes, which could be used as a cushion for sitting, as His back was bruised from excessive sitting and lying down.“Piyaji tabeeyat ttheek hai naa? Poori?“Piyaji, are your all right? Absolutely?”At 5:17 pm he is sitting in His bedroom armchair with the two shirts on. The outer shirt is a woollen one, and He had just begun to feel the heat, saying:“Piyaji, garmi zyaadaa hai!“Piyaji, it is hotter now!”He points to the window curtain I had flung over the air conditioner to contain its blast. And I remove it so that more cold air can come from the machine.