A month ago, I went to visit my middle-aged aunt, whom I call Masi. She lives ina single room, on rent, and works hard in people’s homes to make ends meet. The day I visited her, she was wearing an old, well-worn cotton saree. She welcomed e with a loving smile and showered her wonderful hospitality on me. Moved by her plight and her love, I left some cash under her pillow without her knowledge. I called later, on my way back and asked her to buy a saree or two with the money I had left.