By November 20, there are worries about Shri Nathji’s health. There are burning sensations in his stomach and his pulse remains fast at 64, when its normal speed is 50 or so. His coughing intensifies, his tongue is coated, even though he eats the ‘saag’ with the lunch and has a good meal, and says his appetite is all right. “Hadd se zyaada sardi lag rahi hai!“I am feeling bitterly cold – beyond measure!”To make matters worse, Mangla is very ill again, and the Hydra of litigation is rearing its ugly head anew. Shri Nathji’s health is also deteriorating. He has to wear the black-grey woollen gloves of Scottish make purchased in Mussoorie about forty years ago. His usual orange coloured gloves are misplaced somewhere.