Priya Nath becomes desperate with worry about the pulse being so fast lest it portend something serious, and he prays and prays until the pulse rate slows down miraculously and becomes 72. “Jai, Piyaji! Burraape ne tang kar rakkhaa hai!“Jai Piyaji! Old age has really become bothersome!”Within a few hours, the pulse settles down to its usual rate of 66. “God bless you, Piyaji! God bless you! Good luck to you! Good luck to you!”