Shri Nathji recollects reading about the visit of the Prince of Wales to India, and asks Priya Nath:“Prince of Wales Priya Nath smiles at Shri Nathji referring to Prince Charles as “Charlie”, as if he were Shri Nathji’s son.“Piyaji, kabhee nahaa bhi lenaa chahiye. Tabeeyat kharaab ho jaati hai. Itnaa gap to koyi bhee naheen daaltaa. Paani bhee hai. Piyaji, aaj “Piyaji, a bath is a necessity. Never before has there been such a long gap. Water is available. One can get unwell. Piyaji–is it Monday? Shouldn’t we sit outside?”Shri Nathji yawns slightly and then falls asleep. The repeated micturition, almost every hour all night and early morning, keep Him awake most of the time with small snatches of sleep every now and then. No other human being could have endured so much sleeplessness and yet survived.“Winick ko chittee milee hogi ke naeen, Piyaji?“Will the letter have reached Winick, Piyaji?”“Direct call“How much does it cost to make a direct call?”Shri Nathji laments the ill-fitting shirts He has to wear, wondering where all the newly made shirts have gone:“Itnee acchhee kameezen banaayeen, koyi miltee naheen!”There is Shri Nathji feeling fairly well in His bright yellow cotton head kerchief, finishing his lunch. His appetite is not too good, because of the heavy ‘