Poetic justice. The elder brother of a friend of mine is a script writer in Mumbai. He is an extra sense that he can know what the birds and animals are discussing among themselves. Once, this man was sitting in the court yard of a peasant in Rajasthan. The two bullocks he saw there were resting under a shed. Both of them were talking, and one of the bullock said to the other bullock 'after four rounds of mandi, loan taken from farmer in previous birth stands paid.' Soon after four rounds of mandi that took two days, the bullock died immediately.
Every penny is accountable in His kingdom
