The scene shifts to the regular routine of Shri Nathji winding all the watches and clocks in his bedroom. There is the red and white plastic clock that Pran Nath brought from London and which invariably stops, to provide Shri Nathji a chance to wind it; there is the pocket watch with a silver chain which was purchased from Cooke and Kelvey at Janpath, and which too has the habit of stopping at odd hours–which Shri Nathji attributes to his forgetfulness; there is the brown and maroon clock from Mussoorie, purchased in the 1950’s which seldom works and which has a beautiful chime, a beautiful tune, that invariably plays when a small lid is opened, and which Shri Nathji listens to with great interest; and then there are the old and new wrist watches of Shri Nathji that almost always stop at all odd hours of the day.“Where God exists, time does not exist.” It was natural for all watches, clocks and timepieces to stop before Him, for He was beyond Time. He was the Creator of Time. Shri Nathji had this delightful habit of winding the timepieces and then holding them up to his ear to listen to their ticking sound. “In the twinkling of the eye-lash of Brahma, millions of years may elapse on earth.”