O Lord, only a few minutes ago, a tragic accident was averted as Pitaji fell backwards on the room commode, losing His balance while tying His pyjamas. But by His Grace He saved Himself. “Right“The right leg felt as if it were somewhat devoid of feeling.”I was alarmed. O Dear, Dear, Pitiji, something is hitting us again and again. Please save us and help us. The moment Pitaji appears to regain His health some evil unseen power strikes with vengeance, making Pitaji’s 90 years old delicate body its target.“Ttheek“Are you feeling all right?”He replies:“Bahut.”“Absolutely.”O Lord, it’s 12:14 am, and He has just finished His “dinner” – or whatever little He could eat at the time.“Piyaji iss vakt vo“Piyaji, this is the time when you give that liquid. Don’t give the Vitamin C at this time. There is always the danger it may get stuck in the throat.”How right Pitaji was. How I had tormented Him over the years by giving up to 16 tablets of Vitamin C per day! Even now I was giving Him two tablets of 500 mg every day for the lung infection. How often these tablets had got stuck while swallowing and almost choked Him!