During these days, a dreadful day came over me. I felt as if I was dying or about to die very soon. I was afraid – not of dying – but of the unfinished tasks of Pitiji, the unattended property at Mussoorie and Dehra Dun, the rent case, and tons and tons of Pitaji’s manuscripts and papers and books that only I could publish or print or decipher, not the least of which are THY 30,000 ghazals in Thy own beautiful handwriting. Would all these be lost to posterity? Who would take care of the memorabilia related to Pitaji? His clothes, His favourite clocks, watches, dictionary, notebooks, the handwritten sheets, as also the manuscript left behind by Shri Babaji Maharaj, and the writings of MO – and the numerous photographs lying in Delhi and Mussoorie. The horrible thought filled me that if I died, Pitaji’s name and mission would be lost to posterity forever.“Jaan dee, dee huyi ussee ki thhee,“I gave up my life for Him –I recollected Pitaji’s words in His article on ‘The Idea of God’ published in June 1985 in His book: “The World Prayer Day and the World Prayer Temple” where He had written:Peace, Peace, Peace, be unto all,I always read this article with tears in my eyes. Especially the part that says:“Where your dearest Lord is living and waiting for you to come from this world with a good certificate.”I could imagine meeting my Dear, Beloved Pitaji where He would embrace me and love me and pat me on the back saying: “Piyaji! Piyaji! You have come! You have come! Welcome to your Real Home. MO is also waiting for you.”There would be Babaji there, also, and the numerous close and dear relatives of Pitaji – Sahadeva, R.R. Khanna, Istafa Khan, Bhutt Sahib, Dandewali, Shakuntala Mehra, the Kasera Brothers, Dr. Purekar, Dr. Baptiwale and numerous others who had taken Shri Nathji’s light of Faith with them when they left the world, with His name on their lips.“Death is a staircase leading to the house of the Beloved.”There could be no Beloved greater than Pitiji for me.