Priya Nath plays several old ghazals on the tape recorder as Shri Nathji sits in the big room silently, with his eyes closed, and listens to them, lost in a world of his own where the ghazals become a reality. At times he claps his hands along with the rhythm and at other times exclaims: “Wah! Wah!Shri Urkehar enters Shri Nathji’s living room, his head shaven in a very odd manner by the barber.