Death had been called by Pitaji upon Himself in the form of the virus fever, the medicines, the doctors and myself, and He had blessed it.“Mazaa hasti kaa letaa hoon gulo bulbul judaa banker“I take the joy of Existence in the forms of the Rose and the Nightingale,Pitaji was speaking about the visible forms that God took upon earth. It was He in the form of the Rose, and He in the form of the Nightingale that pined for the Rose. It was His Eternal Immortal Existence playing with itself in these manifold shapes and forms. And then again it was He who came to them as Death. “Agar “If the Law of Karma were everything, it would become God! But, no–the Maker of the Law can also break it whenever He so Wills!”This would not be favouritism towards any one person – the Divine Act of Forgiveness in the face of genuine repentance was meant for all. It was the voice of a sinner, a devotee, or rather, my voice:“Meri bandgi se mere jurm afzoon“My sins far outweigh my worship of Thee,All I could say before Him was aptly said in the Urdu verse:“Daava karenge ham teri maishar ke roobroo“We shall come and assert before Thee face to faceShri Nathji had often said:“Nyaaykaari Bhagwan se rishta mat jorren varna pakrre jaayenge! Rishta jorrnaa hai to dayaaloo Bhagwan se jorren, jinkaa nyaay unki dayaa ho.“Do not attempt to make a relationship with a God of Justice – or else you will be found guilty! Make a relationship with a Merciful God, whose Justice is His Mercy!”That was my God – the ever-forgiving, ever-loving, ever-kind and Merciful Pitaji – who would lovingly say to the hand that hurt Him:“Kahin chot to naheen lagi?“I hope you did not injure yourself?”As I sat alone in the bedroom I thought of the past days Pitaji and I had spent together in the room. At times it had appeared as if the bedroom were a Railway Compartment in which the two us were co-passengers. Pitaji’s definition of life rang out in my ears:“Kuchh hamaare hote utar jaate hain aur kuchh ke hote ham utar jaate hain.“Some get off the train in our presence, while we get off in the presence of others.”Pitaji had finished His journey of life and left the Compartment in my presence.“Where is Time? Our past has gone. The future has not come, and each and every moment of the present is slipping into the past.”I remembered the numerous nights and days I had spent with Pitaji in this house for 22 years, and even prior to that in Mussoorie, and other places. I recalled how He had visited me in America in 1964 and lived with me for two months and then had to return to London to be with Bhayya and Mo. “So live peacefully in this world under HIS protection…under the thought that HE is ALWAYS WITH YOU.Peace, peace, peace, be unto all.Where was Pitaji now? Was HE in another world in the full radiance of HIS GLORY or was HE NOW AN INVISIBLE, INFINITE, FORM that no one could fathom? Anvaar Ke Aalam MenAnvaar ke aalam men hamdoshe surayiyaa hoonIn the Universe of LightIn this Universe of Glory, I stand shoulder to shoulder with the galaxies,As I write this diary of personal memoirs, I begin to feel that it has now become meaningless – as it will contain nothing about Pitaji’s physical presence any longer.