I awoke with a sense of deep loss, a shock, and an ache in my heart, body and soul, at the loss of my Dear, Dear, Pitaji. “So liye thhe? Tabeeyat kaisi hai?“Have you slept well? How are you feeling?”And no more would I hear His Beloved Voice saying:“Goodaa Morning! Goodaa Morning! “Goodaa Morning! Goodaa Morning!My only consolation was that He was with me in HIS INVISIBLE FORM and would always remain with me. “Agar meraa shareer dhokaa detaa hai to isse bhool jaayiye! Mere uss roop ko yaad rakhiye jo saare Brahmaand men hai!“If my Human Form creates doubts in you, then forget it! Think of the vastness of my Real Self which pervades the entire Universe!”Pitaji had often spoken of the frailties of the human body that God imposed upon Himself whenever He came to earth in human Form. “Main aane detaa hoon inn beemaariyon ko. Agar ye na aayen to main koyi patthar to naheen hoon!“I allow these illnesses to come. I am not made of stone that they never come to me!”“Maut meri apni banaayi pyaari vastu hai. Main usse jab bulaaoonga vo aayegi.“Death is My own dear Creation. It shall come to Me whenever I Will it!”