Pitaji is lying in bed, and asking me to place His dentures in the chocolate brown plastic cup on the table next to His bed:“Daant paihle rakhvaa jaate. Uss din bahut andar chalaa gayaa thhaa.“Place the dentures there, (in the cup), first. The other day they had slipped deep inside my mouth!”I recollected the time when once Pitaji had gone to sleep with His dentures in His mouth and had later awakened with a start to find that the dentures were not there! Both, He and I, were alarmed, lest He had swallowed them! But we found them lying beside His pillow and later had a good laugh.“First Class! First Class! Everything is all right! “First Class! First Class! Everything is all right! I am reading the newspaper!”But later He fell asleep while I was still in the toilet. O Lord, it’s 1:55 am. He is asleep. There are mosquitoes in the room which worry me. Malaria is rampant in Delhi.“Ham parson nahaa lenge!“I will take a bath day after tomorrow.”O Lord, please help me get rid of Isoptin gradually, because Pitaji does not want to take it, and rightly feels that it is responsible for most of His troubles as well as the accompanying weakness. Fool I was, not to have stopped the drug at once, and to have listened to the advice of doctors as against Pitaji’s wishes.