My mother thought the visitor was a sanyasi returning from a pilgrimage. She presented him with two sets of khaddar clothes and a bottle of cough syrup. Right from childhood, I was terrified of the police. I was good at obeying the laws of the land. I often wonder what happens to the gold and money that the policemen and custom's officers seize from the economic offenders.
Money lying unutilised is like love that is never revealed.
Money and love have their own functions. 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.