Priya Nath finds his left eye twitching and fluttering, and fears it may herald some evil portend. It has never twitched so violently before. He looks at Shri Nathji, asleep, like a child – his head and face out of the quilt and his left hand over his forehead, with his left elbow sticking out upwards, over the quilt.“Paraarthnaa karo ke main aap logon ke saron par banaa rahoon! Maut kaa mujhpar adhikaar naheen hai!“Offer prayers so that I may remain amongst you to shelter you. Death has no claim over me. I am not afraid of Death. But I allow it to come!”Shri Nathji had been repeatedly asking the devotees to pray that he remain in the world, and Priya Nath often wondered how many of them were offering prayers for this purpose. It had never occurred to any devotee that Shri Nathji would ever leave the world, so strong was the aura of immortality around Him, which was perhaps why they were negligent in offering such prayers, which could have kept Shri Nathji longer upon the planet earth. Shri Nathji had come down upon earth at the earnest calling of the devotees upon earth and would stay for as long as any of them genuinely wanted him to stay. Then again, Priya Nath often thought, that perhaps the devotees who genuinely wanted Shri Nathji upon the earth, like Gangabai Bhutt and Shri G.P. Bhutt and others, had already left the world.