February 3, 1973
Time is no longer the same.... And I can't eat anymore. Well.... What's going to happen, I don't know.
Very good things!
(Mother laughs and takes Satprem's hands)
But I'm sure, Mother!
Of course! So am I! (laughter)
(Mother shuts her eyes, and feels with her hand the flowers near her)
What is this one?
Then it's for you.
(Mother opens her hands upwards and plunges in)
I can't speak.
Can't speak anymore, can't eat anymore.... And time goes by like lightning.
(Mother plunges in again)