Much earlier, in the evening, things had appeared to be improving as Pitaji was awake and I urged Him to attempt to write a IT WAS ALMOST AS IF HE HAD ALREADY GONE, BUT HAD RETURNED TO WRITE THE Some group of devotees had come from Indore for Pitaji’s“Goodaa morning!”My Dear, Dear, Pitaji, was so very keen to see that I was not perturbed over His illness. He was so near to leaving the world, and yet full of confidence and assurance for my sake.“Bas ek hi cheez maangi thhee ham ne zindagi men – ke Pitaji ttheek rahen. Vo bhee Bhagwan ne naheen di. Kyaa faayedaa huaa“I had but asked for one thing in my life – that my Pitaji should remain well, but God did not listen to my prayers. Of what use the World Prayer Day?”Pitaji replied in a very weak and comatose voice:“Ttheek hee hoon! Ttheek hee to hoon!“I am all right! I am quite all right!12:10 am: It is after midnight. Pitaji’s temperature had come down to 98.6 and then 97.7 for a little while earlier, but appears to be on the rise again.“Swaad se khaayaa!“I ate it with relish!”He also drank the soup along with it – from the “Naheen! Naheen! Bilkul naheen lena!“No! No! Never! Not a bit of it!”Later as he lay in bed, I asked Him whether I could go to the toilet and He immediately urged me to go, saying:“Haan! Haan! Jaao! Main bilkul ttheek hoon!“Yes, by all means, go! I am perfectly well. First Class! This is nothing at all. It is a seasonal fever which is spread all over Delhi.”3:30 am, I took Pitaji’s pulse – and it was miraculously slow at 69! O Dear, Dear, LORD Pitaji, Thou hast broken the fever! A countless thanks for Thy Mercy and Grace!