O Lord, a countless, countless, thanks for Thy Kindness. It’s 7 am, Sunday morning. Pitaji is fast asleep in a sitting-up posture in bed, wearing His green sweater and the maroon, silvery woollen cap. He had been feeling cold due to the air conditioner, which I shut off a while ago.“Kaafi acchee neend aayi hai!“It was quite a good sleep!”O Lord, a countless thanks to Thee for THY Mercy and Grace and Love – for keeping Him well. O Lord, please let His pulse become so good that it never becomes faster than 85-90, the speed it used to have in the past while walking. O Lord, please stop this torturesome gas from developing. O Lord, please save us and help us. O Lord, please guide us about the diuretics – because He had Oedema last night.“Paaon to ttheek ho gaye!“The feet have become all right!”Shri Nathji takes even the slightest opportunity to cheer up Priya Nath even on the minutest of details. However, Priya Nath is unconvinced, because he is afraid of the little Oedema that still persists and which may flare up later insidiously. “Piyaji, ye neend ka galbaa kaisaa aa rahaa hai! Mujhe to fikar ho rahee hai!”