Was he a magician? A don? A doctor? A saint? Or may be a powerful businessman? I could only guess. I was in awe of the man who I knew as my grandfather. He always wore white from top to bottom, including his shoes. His clothes always seemed to be ironed to perfection and his hair was never out of place, even on the days he would travel in the local train during peak hours. He was a magician, I had concluded as a child and as I grew up, I realized that in his own way, he really was.
Dadaji saw some terrible days, days when one of his relatives cheated him, days when the people he lent money to refused to return it and days when there was not enough money to keep the family running. But he managed to get past all of this with very little luck and lots of courage and ingenuity to ensure that all his children were well educated.