ABSTRACT
Sometime a decade or more ago, in a context the author have now forgotten, his friend Michael Meister said to me in words very much like these: "I would like that all the work he do from now on should have as little of personal ego attached to it as possible." He nodded sympathetically, but said nothing. The communication of a deeply felt sentiment needed the acknowledgement of silence to give it its due. When Michael allows himself to be visible, it is when looking at monuments or at pictures in the company of friends. They have known each other over a period of sixty years, from their twenties to their early eighties. They would meet each other either when he visited India, or the United States.
