Shri Nathji walks in the narrow lanes of the colony after many days. His gait is slow, as if he is not in good health. Priya Nath is worried to see him walk thus. He can feel that Shri Nathji is not his usual self and is not walking with his usual swiftness and energy. “Iskaa rang zyaadaa acchhaa lagtaa hai!“It’s colour is even better!”He was comparing it to the colour of other fruits juices like that of a lemon, or a mausammi.