IMMORTAL MARTYRDOM   It was evening time. There was silence all around in the park. This park was situated in a secluded place outside the city, so only a few people used to come here for a stroll. Baba Sukhdev Singh was lost in thoughts sitting on a bench in the park. It had been almost a month since BabaJi was in Kabul. There was no decrease in the devotion of the devotees. Every day BabaJi would get new gifts, and offerings would be made, but there was no hope of the work for which BabaJi had come being completed.