Dinkar Deenanath Pai was the Calcutta manager of the Reserve Bank of India. He used it invite interesting people to his parties, unlike other bankers who cared only for their own. Pai invited poets, playwrights, jaded aristocrats and beautiful women. He sang a Marathi song about a young woman bringing flowers to an old admirer's grave. The old man's ghost asks her why she took so long to reveal her love.
People are odd.
They take too long to reveal themselves. They drop their masks only when they are about to die. I know of a lady freedom fighter who only wore khaddar in her life and was revered for her Gandhian mode of living. When she lay dying with a rattle in her throat, she mumbled incoherently to the relatives beside her bed. But nobody could comprehend what she had to say.