O Lord, Pitiji, a countless thanks for THY GRACE. Pitaji was well and active in the morning, though His voice was hoarse and weak and He even coughed up a little sputum which was mostly white.“You are the best doctor in the world!”Thereafter we had toast and tea. Pitaji ate a half-toast with ‘“Kuchh“I am not feeling normal. There is a suffocating feeling, as if the breathing is becoming difficult.”O Lord this scared me no end. Pitaji then said it was not that, it was a heaviness in His stomach – which was hard all around. “Aankh si khul rahi hai! Band band, sa lag rahaa thhaa! Ghutaa huaa kamra!“The eyes appear to have opened! Everything appeared closed. The room was suffocating.”O LORD, please don’t let it be that dreadful angina that used to occur in those dreadful days of the past. Pitaji had said that would never come back and was done and gone forever:“Vo cheez to khatam ho gayi hai! Ab kabhi naheen aayegi!”I am living only on Pitaji’s assurance that such dreadful suffocation attacks will never come again. More than once I had foolishly said to Him in the months past:“Agar vaisa phir huyaa to ham se bardaasht naheen hoga. Ham mar jaayege!“If that happens again, I won’t be able to bear it. I will die!”Pitaji, in all probability, bore any such attacks in silence without telling me about them or else minimizing them for my sake.