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Shri Nathji’s room was incredibly cold, and there was little sunshine in it due to the large pine tree that grew outside the solitary window. The water in the taps was ice cold and the early morning toilet was a torment, but Shri Nathji bore it all for the sake of the boys whose examinations were being held during that time of the year. Mateshwari was unwell but kept her signs of illness hidden from the boys lest their studies be disrupted.