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  Hari Singh had migrated to England long back. He started off as a lowly grocer. Soon his shop was monopolizing the cabbages and the carrots, one by one putting the stuck up British shopkeepers out of business. There was reaction of course, but luckily the implementation of the anti-racial violence laws was stringent. Just like the race laws were then, in another land. Hari Singh was more than successful, and that's mildly putting it. His savings were growing and he was patient. He had vowed not to marry. Marriage would bring unnecessary burdens and guilty consciences. He got his mother back from Amritsar. She would remind him of the vow. He steeled his nerves. Just as his father had then. Hari Singh was proud of his trading skills. Jugaad will enable him to survive and execute his plans. Soon he had bought up and managed almost all the shops not only in the Indian Quarter but also in the heart of Salisbury. He was nominated to the chair of the Salisbury Chamber of Com