However, whenever I sat too close to Him on His bed, or lay down there, He would immediately say:“Piyaji, zyaadaa nazdeek mat sonaa, kaheen“Piyaji, don’t sleep too close. You might catch the infection.”Even during His last moments, my Dear, Dear, Beloved Pitaji was worried about me. I am sure whenever He asked me to stay inside, it was because He was worried about my going out alone, it was a worry for my sake, and not His own.“Theek to hoon! Aise to aur zyaada kamzori aayegi. Aap hi ghabraaoge to hamen kaun sambhaalegaa!“I am all right! This way the illness will increase. If you worry so much, who will take care of me?”Pitaji’s one major concern was that I should remain well. The look of concern on His Face was for me. He knew I would have to spend the rest of my life without Him and that I may not be able to bear the shock of His going. “Usse phir bulaaya hai? Vo phir to paani naheen pilaayega?“You have called him again? He won’t give water again will he?”Ramesh Kapahi had said: “Naheen, Maharaj! He came over by 11 am or so. He didn’t appear to be very sober, and was not in a very pleasant mood. Perhaps he had been hurt that I had doubted his feeding method the day before, and said in a curt tone:“Maharajji is all right. I can even make him get up and walk!”He said that Pitaji was dehydrated and needed oral rehydration – meaning the giving of more fluids by mouth.