In the evening, on Sunday, Pitaji almost had a serious mishap as the Domstal tablet got stuck inside His throat – and a lot of fluid, biscuit paste and the nightly paste of ‘chappaatis’, plus water, were given till it finally went down. It was another bid by the powers of evil, O Dear Lord, to bring Pitaji down.“Mere tassavur men husne kaamil ne jab se maskan banaa liyaa hai“Since the time the Divine Beauty has made my heart its home,But Shri Nathji was not one to fall so easily before the forces of evil as His verse amply said:“Noore Khudaa hai kufran ki harkat pe khandaazan,“The Glory of God laughs at the devices of Evil,“Vaar to ochhaa parraa thhaa gir parre ham aap se“Though his weapon missed its mark, I fell myself, of my own,“Na mujhe kissee ka khyaal hai, na zaraa bhee khaufe zavaal hai,“I have a thought for no one, nor the fear of falling, ever,At 2:15 am I found Shri Nathji asleep, but before that He wasn’t looking as well and as cheerful as He had been prior to dinner. Maybe He has swallowed too much ‘chappaati’ paste inadvertently. O Lord, please don’t let it cause that horrible dreadful GAS. O Dear, Dear, Lord, please save us and help us.“Lakh rupayaa kharchaa hai – “A lakh of rupees has been spent – the Hall will be packed with people.”And I reply:“Raunak to tab aayegi jab khud ttheek raho, varnaa ham to kuchh bhee naheen “It will only be a festive occasion for me if you remain well, otherwise I will not be able to enjoy anything and will remain in constant worry.”