It’s 1:30 pm. Sunday afternoon. Pitaji just fell asleep in a sitting pose after He had asked me what news there was about the Vice-President who had been shown falling on the ground in the newspaper a few days ago – and whether he was all right. I told Pitaji that the man had merely slipped and he was all right now.“Ab to dimaag men bhee roshani see aa rahi hai.“Even the brain is becoming brighter now.”When I asked Him again whether it had been like the suffocation attacks of 1991, he said strongly:“Unn cheezon ka to zikar tak bhee naheen karna chahiye!“Don’t even mention those things!”He strongly refused to call any doctor, when I suggested calling Dr. Umesh Gupta.“Bahut hee dher saari goliyaan peeche parri hain!“What a huge number of tablets are after me!”