O Dear, Dear, Pitiji, a countless, countless, thanks to Thee for Thy Love and Affection. O Lord, it’s 8:25 pm – most of Thursday is gone, and Pitaji is sitting up in bed, eating ‘“Barri thhakaavat si huyi kapre badalte vakt, jaise jism me jaan naa ho!“I felt a great fatigue while changing clothes, as if the body had no strength!”O Lord, I’m scared again. In the early morning He had spoken of some transient sensation in His left leg, which was, however all right as it withstood the effort of weighing on the weighing scale by the side of Pitaji’s bed.