Today my subordinate handed me cash enclosed in a medicine envelope. At first I was hesitant if I should open it before a little isolation. But then my heart was ticking for all the things I should get done with that money. Without further ado I slided two bundles out, counted them and rethought, "Damn, he placed it in the right envelope. But, not everyone a doctor who prescribes it." After my work, while returning as I passed by a govt. hospital all men seemed tiring rich and at the private ATM all men seemed glowing poor. I know, I won't swallow coins for dinner nor cash for morning bread slices. But this paper heart is one hell of an envelope is what I realised.