In the days that follow, there is Shri Nathji in His mortal frame in his house at Delhi, carrying out his human part to perfection, becoming exhausted with the heat, being revived by the air conditioner, writing scores of ghazals, walking around, feeling weak and strong in turns, minimising his ailment, listening to his Nagpur Yatra tape of 1978, watching Sherlock Holmes on Television with Priya Nath, watching the Bolshoi Ballet on Television, taking red chilli sauce with potatoes for lunch, becoming annoyed at the servant’s impertinence towards Priya Nath, wearing an exceptionally cute pirate-like brownish orange, small head rumaal, listening to ghazals at home and clapping his hands in joy.