Priya Nath gets a kurtaa made and wears it in front of Shri Nathji. Shri Nathji claps his hands with joy and says it fits Priya Nath admirably and suits his personality!“Shareer bharaa bharaa lagtaa hai! Khoob rob-daab lagtaa hai!”“The body appears well filled! It has a lot of dignity!”Nothing delights Shri Nathji more than seeing Priya Nath wear new clothes. This was the first time in Priya Nath’s life that he had begun to wear kurtaas. He had worn only cotton shirts and trousers and cotton coats in the past.“This rent case is a bane on our lives. While sadhus and mahatmas revel in luxurious ashrams, here are Pitaji and myself fighting for a roof over our heads!”Shri Nathji has with superhuman effort built up his walking from a 100 rounds to 290 rounds by adding a few rounds extra every day. There are in addition his daily talks to L.R. Khanna who brings food in the morning, and S.K. Khanna and Mrs. Bhutt, as well as Gajanan and Mangal Singh who are living in the house.“Priyaji, har ek ke haathh kaa khaanaa naheen khaanaa chahiye! Aakhir roti ne hamen maaraa!“Priyaji, we must not eat food made by just anyone’s hands. In the end it is food that has become the bane of our lives!”