That night the powers of evil–which had been watching with unrest Shri Nathji’s preparations for 1984– strike with full force. Shri Nathji had taken cold curd with his dinner and had felt somewhat uncomfortable afterwards. Prior to that he had walked around inside the house as usual.“Pataa naheen kyaa ho rahaa hai! Baayaan haath“I do not know what is happening. The left hand is becoming stiff, as if loosing all feeling!”Shri Nathji had apparently not awakened Priya Nath and had been telling Sudha about the symptoms. Priya Nath rushes over to Shri Nathji’s bed in a state of panic. The feeling of numbness in the arm is spreading upwards towards the shoulder and then to the jaw and across the chest! “O Lord, please, never, never, let it happen again!”It was a dreadfully cold night. No doctor would have come to the house in the biting cold and the darkness outside. For a while Priya Nath had thought that the entire world around him had collapsed–Shri Nathji’s mission, his writings, his ghazals, his memorabilia, the Mussoorie house, his old cars, everything. “Piyaji aise hee inn doctoron ke chakkaron men naheen parrnaa chahiye. Ye log vaiham daal jaate hain. Shareer khud bataa rahaa hai ke sab thheek hai!“Piyaji, one must not get involved in the vicious circle of doctors unnecessarily. These people create doubts. The body itself indicates that it is all right.”Shri Nathji had also said in the past:“Babaji kabhi doctoron ko paas naheen aane dete thhe!“Babaji kahaa karte thhe ke kabhi barre doctor ko naheen bulaanaa chahiye. Agar koyi vaiham daal gayaa to zindagi bhar tang karegaa. Chhote doctor thheek hote hain. Unke daale vaiham ki parvaa naheen hoti.“Babaji used to say that one must never call a big doctor. If he creates any doubts in your mind they will disturb you all your life. Small doctors are all right. Even the doubts they create will not affect you much.”