Of money and morals

This is my grandfather's story, or rather, incidents he narrated to me, as a child. I grew up listening to him tell to me stories of Mahabharata, Ramayana and his life. His was a rags to comfortable homes story, if that means anything. I wanted to name this "Not the ordinary rags to riches" except for the fact that he never got rich - the morals that he held in this universe conflicted with the parallel version where he takes up the chance of getting filthy rich. I don't really believe in morals a lot, but I am very proud to be his daughter. I was not going to write about him till my art was perfect enough to reflect his person, and till as many people knew me as many can know a person in a lifetime so that he would be read about a lot, but i woke up this morning in a lovely mood, and i couldn't remember his name, and the spoken word artist from "14 Lines from love letters and suicide notes" had said that waiting for the right time, sometimes, means waiting forever. I have to write him down now. The best i know. The best I can remember.