Pitaji, even in His state of acute exhaustion, debility and fever, and the racking cough, Pitaji spoke to each one of the doctors as they came into His bedroom to examine Him. “I am not living for my own sake but for the sake of the world. I don’t need this body of mine for my own sake but for the sake of the world. Death has no claim on me – but I will allow it to come in accordance with the laws of Nature.” His voice was weak and low and interrupted by coughing, but His effort was superhuman. No other person wracked with such a merciless, unrelenting cough and fever, with a failing heart, at the age of 90, with so much of physical weakness, would have been able to lecture to others.“Don’t think I am this sick old person in bed. I am the Monarch of all I survey! My Kingdom there is none to dispute. In my Soul is contained the Greatest Soul of all!”He had also said on June 21, 1992:“Main beemaari, takleefon ko aane detaa hoon. Agar na aane doon to main koyi patthar to naheen!“I allow these physical ailments and sufferings to come. After all, I am not made of stone that I be free of them.”It was only this thought that was some consolation to me – that Pitaji was playing out the role He had destined for Himself upon the planet earth. But I could not bear to see Him enact the part. It was like the crucifixion of Christ.“Piyaji, ghar men bahut doctoron ka aanaa ashubh maana jaata hai.”“Piyaji, the coming of many doctors to the house is a bad omen.”