He is surrounded by his two sons, a daughter, his wife and the nurse on duty.
Says to his elder son: To you, Ram, I leave the Colaba houses.
To you, my dear daughter, Rani, I leave the apartments in Jolly Maker Chambers.
To you, Shyam, being my youngest son with a great future, I leave the Air India Building offices.
And you, my dear wife, the three residential building towers near Churchgate station.
The nurse, impressed, tells his wife: “Madam, your husband is very rich. He is bequeathing so many properties! You all are so lucky.”
And the wife retorts:
Rich? Lucky? Are you kidding me! Those are his routes where he delivers milk.