Dr. Marya prescribed antibiotics, and, I, like a fool, suggested a new antibiotic I had been told about by Dr. Barat which had minimal side effects on the kidneys. It was a certain Keflor. Dr. Marya was not familiar with it, but said I could use it, and I did. “Sab ttheek hai na?“Is everything all right?”AND HE REPLIED, AS HE ALWAYS DOES IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES:“Sab theek hai!“Everything is all right!”Earlier, my Dear, Dear, Sweet, Beloved Pitiji, had comforted me by saying that this viral fever was a normal occurrence in every household these days – as the flu’ virus was going around, laying people down:“Sab theek hai! Ye to roz ki cheezen hain! Ghar ghar menO LORD, O Dear, Dear, Pitiji, please don’t allow this infection to increase or this fever to rise again. O Lord, please let Thy chest be absolutely clear in the morning. Please let there be no sputum or mucus in the left or right side of the lungs, or anywhere else.“Yaad kar liya hai, Piyaji, kahaan“Have you recollected, Piyaji, where you placed the thermometer?”I had inadvertently placed a piece of paper over the thermometer on the small round table with the lamp, next to the left side of Pitaji’s bed, where my plastic medicine box is also kept. For a while I had not been able to find the thermometer and had become distraught.