It strikes Priya Nath that despite his fretting, there is really nothing very seriously wrong with Shri Nathji–who was walking about with energy, speaking to visitors with power, recording videos for hours and writing ghazals all the time.“Piyaji, hamaari to itnee achhee“Piyaji, my health is so good even at this age–I eat, drink, walk around, speak for hours, write ghazals day and night–what else is called good health?”“Logon ko to iss umar men beesiyon beemaariyaan ho jaati hain, manjon men parre raihte hain, naa utth sakte hain naa baitth sakte hain, dimaag kaam kar denaa chhorr detaa hai. Ham to phir bhee itnee achhee“People are beset upon by scores of illnesses at this age, they remain bedridden and can neither get up or sit down, their brains cease to function. I am in such good health in comparison!”Priya Nath realises that Shri Nathji is right. The only problems that he has, are related to gas and possible water accumulation in the system, much of which get exaggerated out of all proportion when Priya Nath begins worrying about them excessively. However there have been the two heart attacks in the past, which remain a source of constant concern for him.