Shri Nathji is greatly discomfited as the Air-conditioner in the bedroom stops working and mechanics come inside to replace the fan or motor. “Le lete hain. Chaitanyataa aa jaayegi! “Let us take them, for greater alertness!”There are the familiar scenes of Shri Nathji dropping things and misplacing items. Shri Nathji had removed three of his rings and was examining the pocket-watch as well as a silver rupee placed in a little black box on the round table by his bedside. “Thank you, Piyaji, thank you!“Thank you, Piyaji, thank you! How much trouble I give you!”The round table at the head of Shri Nathji’s bed contained his table lamp, medicines, nail cutter, Urdu dictionary, comb, and pens etc, along with Priya Nath’s medical diaries on Shri Nathji. Whenever Shri Nathji would take one thing from the over-crowded table, something else would drop.