O Lord, a countless thanks. It is 11:45 am. Pitaji’s temperature is being taken by me. O Lord, please let it be below normal. O Lord, please stop the cough, O Lord, please stop the cough. O Lord, it has been going on all morning spasmodically. Please stop it. AMEN.“Iss zeenate darbaar ki tum azmate Talwar hoYou are the Righteous Sword of this exalted Indeed, Talwar, was amongst the most fortunate men in the world, that despite his shortcomings and the numerous blunders he had made, Pitaji chose him to be the last person on whom He wrote a “Bahut hi garmi hai iss kamre men!“The room is very hot indeed!”O Lord, please help us and save us. Please keep His temperature below 99.2. O Lord, please help us and save us.“Hamse aapki takleef naheen dekhi jaati. Acchhaa hota ham mar jaate bajaaye iske ke ye din dekhne parrte.” And he replied with his loving but firm voice:“Piyaji main ttheek hoon! Ye to kuchh bhee naheen.“Piyaji, I am all right! This is nothing. There is a virus going around in every home. You must not worry so much. You are serving me so hard.”He spoke very lovingly to me, patting me on my back and shoulders with His beloved hands, now becoming weaker and weaker, –until the day would come when He would move them no longer.