By 4:30 pm we were preparing to go to the Hall, O Dear Lord, as Pitiji changed His pyjamas, when I found His pulse going regularly at 80-82! This scared me out of my wits. The powers of evil were hitting out to stall the function.“Jahannam men jaaye!“Let it go to Hell!”–sitting up in bed and tying on His golden yellow turban and forbidding me from measuring His pulse any longer saying:“Mat loSoon thereafter He had tied on a cute, small turban, and put on His new, heavy, white achkan, even as I put my new suit on. Both, his achkan and the suit, were made of the same white semi-woollen cloth, which had imperceptible silver white threads in it.