Friday, May 22, 1992 is another beautiful day. Shri Nathji had a perfect night. His stomach is normal. His weight in the morning is 40.5 kg and the output – 600 cc. Priya Nath’s daily diaries are fast turning into medical notebooks. There is a latent fear within him that these diaries are going to end abruptly one day.“Piyaji kaa“It was Piyaji’s miracle!”But Priya Nath attributes it to Shri Nathji’s Divine Grace.“Motoron ko to fauran“The cars must be polished immediately.”Shri Nathji walks 70 small rounds in the big room equivalent to 35 of his older rounds. He does so with ease at 10 pm. Priya Nath’s joy knows no bounds, nor do his prayers of thanks.“God Bless you, Piyaji!” before He went to sleep.Priya Nath notes that the entire day, Friday, had gone beautifully. Shri Nathji had eaten well, and drank well. Priya Nath had increased His salt intake somewhat. He had slept well after lunch for a long time and had gone into the big room twice – once in the early afternoon before lunch, and once for dinner (that was the time he walked 70 small rounds before eating). Priya Nath had played old ghazals on tape, and Shri Nathji had ultimately fallen asleep in His armchair.“Piyaji aaj neend naheen aayi?“Piyaji, haven’t you slept yet?”Priya Nath tells Him he had slept adequately during the day, which was a quiet, restful one with no visitors, and no phone calls of importance.