However, a terrible thing had occurred at 8 pm or so of Saturday, when Pitaji was in the bedroom itself.“Pataa naheen kyaa huaa. Aisaa pose thhaa ke utthnaa hi mushkil ho gayaa!“I don’t know what happened. The pose was such that it made getting up difficult!”I wept later as I thought of His prostrate form on bed, lying there helplessly. O LORD, how dependent my dear, sweet Pitaji has become on me.