At 1 pm Shri Nathji gets up from His bed and looks for His shoes, which are usually kept beneath His bed. Priya Nath locates them for Him and helps him put them on. “Aap raihne do! Aap raihne do! Main kar loongaa!“Let them be, Piyaji. I will put them on myself!”There were occasions when Shri Nathji wore two or three pairs of socks and found the shoes too tight to put on. Priya Nath would help Him ease His heel inside, while Shri Nathji would be ever so careful to not to press down upon Priya Nath’s finger, which was kept within the shoe at the heel. Each time Shri Nathji would ask with loving concern:“Piyaji, kaheen lagi to naheen?“Piyaji, did it hurt?’Priya Nath prays desperately for the restoration of Shri Nathji’s respiratory rate back to 16-18 as it used to be in the days past. At 1:15 pm Shri Nathji changes his wet vest and then relaxes in His bedroom armchair.“Priyaji raaton baitthkar meraa ek ek saans ginte hain!“Priyaji counts my breaths all night long!”How often had Priya Nath felt the strong and powerful thrust of Shri Nathji’s pulse on his left wrist; how often had he wrapped his Blood Pressure cuff around Shri Nathji’s thin left upper arm, after rolling up His sleeve; how often had Priya Nath kissed Shri Nathji’s chest on the heart and listened to the strong beating of that most precious of all Hearts in the world.