In his childhood, Sifat was a very nice, gentle boy and a minimalist. Except for toys, he never asked for anything. He didn't care how poor his clothes became. Whenever his shirt or anything tore, he would bring it to me and request that I sew it for him. One day he brought a pajama to fix. I said, I can't sew it, it's damaged too much. He believed more in me, so he insisted that I should just sew it. It will be OK. I said you have to put a taali (extra cloth) in its damaged area. He agreed. I asked him to bring me that piece of fabric. He went to my father and showed him the damaged pajamas. He said he just needs a piece of cloth to make a taali on it, and that's all.
My father was shocked. He replied, "What? Why do you need taali? I will bring you new ones." Sifat said, "No, no. I don't need a new one, just a small piece of cloth to give taali." Father assured him he didn't need that. Then Dad bought some new full pants for him.
One day Shekha saw his pants torn up and he was still managing to wear it. She asked Sifat, why don't you ask for new clothes. Then she informed our parents that he needs new clothes and they bought them for him.
On those days, we used to discuss many things. I found him very logical. Whenever I explained why he should do something or not do that, he understood the logic and listened to me.
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