Mr Kulkarni came striding into the office in the green T-shirt.
Somewhere his wife is still around, she is his angel, and perhaps it was she who nudged me to buy a green T-shirt for him.
Mr Kulkarni was our head accountant. The creases on his face were like hills and valleys. They had seen a lot and had been through long journeys of ups and downs, and yet when he smiled, his face always lit up. His smile was like the rising sun’s rays as it spread across his entire face. At the age of seventy-eight he had the spirit of a twenty-five year old.
I had started work at a celebrity management agency. My first interaction with him was in his office, a small room on the second floor. He carefully unlocked the big steel grey Godrej cupboard, which creaked noisily as he opened the doors and handed me my first salary check. Since I had just started, I didn’t yet have the company salary account. It mesmerized me as I watched Mr Kulkarni fill out a cheque, which he did with great precision even though h…