Pitaji has just finished His tea and biscuits, and has fallen asleep in a semi-sitting posture with His right foot and ankle placed over the upraised left knee and leg in bed.“Kettle vagairaa ko“Have you disconnected the kettle?”Pitaji was referring to the Electric Kettle Bhayya had brought from London two years ago in which I boiled the water. Shri Nathji knew how absent-minded I could be in the kitchen and how I had left boiling pots on the gas to almost smoulder.“Main to ttheek hoon! Khud apnaa dhyaan rakho!“I am all right! Look after yourself!”O Lord, He coughed suddenly and sat up, at 5:30 am.“Piyaji ! Sab ttheek hai?“Piyaji! Is everything all right?”Resulting in my getting piqued and agitated!– O LORD, please forgive me – O Dear, Lord, please save us and help us.“Piyaji!”– still worried about my deep drugged sleep. I began arguing with Him over my sleep being a natural phenomenon, while He insisted it was strange:“Aisee neend to kabhi naheen aapko aati dekhi!“I never saw you sleep in this manner before!”