I realised then why Pitaji was not appearing before me in visions. He had left behind His Real Self in these video films where I could actually see Him as I had seen Him in the past. What more could I ask for?“Kyaa Urdu Faarsi! – Ab to“Of what use Urdu and Persian now! This is the age of English. Who can speak English like you! Even the Americans were wonderstruck. Dr. Winick had said to me:‘Your Holiness, he is as eminent in his own line as you are in your own.’O Lord, Pitiji please make Thy book ‘“Piyaji……!”O that dear, dear, voice. I shall never, never, hear it again upon earth, except in these video films, Thy tape recordings. How I wish I had had the resources to maintain, twenty-four hour recordings of every word Thou uttered! Alas, that was not to be so, nor Thy video recordings of 24 hours of the day every day. The Advent upon earth had gone largely unpreserved for posterity due to lack of funds and my pre-occupation with THEE rather than THY mission.“Do hee to cheezen hain – hamaara “There are but these two things – my brain and my hand – both must remain all right. Writing keeps me occupied!”Mangla recollected, how, during the last days He had remained in bed with His neck and head inclined towards His right side, and how I had slept next to Him on His bed, like a child with his Father.“Burraapaa to naheen aa rahaa hai?“Is old age coming on me?”