A few days later on July 23, 1985, as Priya Nath and Shri Nathji are walking in the lawn, Priya Nath sees S.K.Khanna looking down at them from the terrace of the house. His face looks like a mask of death. A cold chill runs through the body of Priya Nath.“Aah! Ooh!”There is blood on Shri Nathji’s forehead, and his right arm appears badly injured. Shri Nathji keeps on saying that his right leg is not moving, that he had got up from his chair and had fallen, his head hitting the arm of the sofa opposite him.“Abhi sofe se kharraa huaa thhaa to daayeen taang ne javaab de diyaa, aur main gir parraa. Iss sofe se sir takraa gayaa!”Priya Nath had never seen Shri Nathji bleeding in his whole life. The sight of the blood on Shri Nathji’s forehead, his limp leg, the injuries on the right arm are too much for Priya Nath. He almost faints at the sight, but collects his wits and calls a certain Dr. Hukumat Rai who lives in the neighborhood. “Priya Nathji meri dekh bhaal kar rahe hain. Ye chaahate hain ke main iss shareer ko vishva ke liye rakkhoon!These days Shri Nathji is frequently seen in his thin red sweater, pink kerchief, yellow cotton achkan, and sometimes in his orange kerchief and white cotton pyjamas, or warm woollen chooridars.