A STRANGE KIND OF PEACE FLOODED MY INNER BEING. IT WAS AS IF PITAJI HAD ENTERED MY SOUL AND WAS CONSOLING ME, LOVING ME, EMBRACING ME, AND CARING FOR ME, STILL. I remembered how Pitaji used to say:“Kumhaar jab gharre ko baahar se thhapkaarta hai to usse andar se haathh dekar samhaal letaa hai!“When a potter thumps the clay from the outside, he gives it support from inside with his other hand!”While on the one hand there was this greatest of all shocks, on the other hand there was this greatest of all supports from within.HE HAD ENTERED WITHIN ME AS PEACE.No other human being who had been so close to his father as I was to Pitaji – not being separate even for a day for 25 years – would have been able to bear the shock. He may even have died on the spot as I thought would happen to me – but PITAJI’S GRACE, LOVE, MERCY AND DIVINE POWER were with me. It was all part of his grand ‘Leela’ – scheme, drama upon Earth, which would now continue in an invisible way.“Mere zakhm seene pe kar sake“Wounds cannot pierce my heartIn the Finite Human Form He had given me the opportunity of serving Him – and now that HE was in HIS INFINITE INVISIBLE FORM, HE was looking after me each and every moment.