August 30, 1991 is a wonderful day. Shri Nathji is feeling exceptionally well. He is sitting on his bedroom armchair from where he embraces Priya Nath, patting him repeatedly on his back, saying as is his wont: “Good luck to you! Good luck to you! Then Shri Nathji begins to sing in English:“O, I wish to sing a song of joy!When Priya Nath recounts the endless physical sufferings that Shri Nathji has had to endure during the heart attack, Shri Nathji says to him:“Bhool jaao usse! Shukar karnaa chahiye ham baitthe hain! Aur ab ka“Forget that time! Let us be thankful I am still here! Let us now enjoy this time!”There are some anxious moments as Shri Nathji complains of fleeting aches and pains in his hands, arms, and shoulders, and also of a fresh, intense gas attack with its attendant miseries, relieved somewhat by Fruit Salt.