O DEAR, DEAR, LORD, please help us and save us. A countless, countless thanks for a morning pulse of 60 Regular, plus a Blood Pressure of 190-180/60. O Dear LORD, a countless thanks also for making Pitaji’s voice all right – or much better, on its own accord by THY GRACE, O DEAR, DEAR LORD. It’s 9:20 am.“Chalaa naa lo, Piyaji?“Maybe you should switch it on?”O LORD, it’s 6:40 pm. Pitaji is fast asleep in bed in His yellow kerchief. O LORD, I’m scared because He has passed only 60 cc since the morning – the lowest ever since many, many days, maybe due to excessive salt intake yesterday. “Jism men taakat si aayi huyi hai!“Strength appears to have come into the body!”O LORD, His left foot was swollen incredibly, but we attributed this to constant hanging of the feet all of last night.“Ashk-haa ki sooraton men phir tabassum aa gaye,“The Faces filled with tears have again been filled with joy,