The art of being good- Sindhujaa S L, IIM Rohtak

Back then in the 70’s it was very uncommon for the Indian middle class men to wear a suit since, every fabric were taylormade. My grandfather once told me his story of how he was lured by the suit that was on the display of a shop in his neighborhood. He used to stand outside the shop and admire the suit and dreamt of wearing it at least once in his Lifetime. Being an accounts assistant and the first son of his family the bundle of responsibilities always followed him wherever he walked. But his dream of wearing the suit never perished. As he stopped by the shop almost everyday, he even befriended the shop owner and shared him his desire. He even gave him his measurements so that he will strive hard and make his desire come true. One fine day he was asked to check the accounts of the clothing shop where he used to stop by to look at the sparkling suit. The accounts had a serious issue and they could never sort it out.  He was sleepless for day and night and managed to fix the issue in the next couple of days. When he went back to home, He was astonished to see the suit hanging in his closet. Yes, the owner of the shop, his friend gifted it to him for his hard work as a token of love. The suit was nothing else but “ Peter England.”