He is in the tight-fisted hand,
He is neither free, nor can be regulated,
He talks, but makes no sound,
Vaults can't hold him,
Laws can't enforce him,
Seals can't guarantee him.
He is the creed, behind the deed".

When Arth stopped speaking, he saw the Old Man beginning to fade before his eyes. He was becoming fainter and fainter. Arth thought, he saw him smile. "Remember, Remember", were his last words before he disappeared again.

Uruk came up to Arth and shook his hands. "I must go now", he said. "I have to continue my search for other children". "Goodbye friend", said Arth. He was sad that Uruk had to do, but he knew that there are some things that people must do. "Remember, to return home, all you have to do is to close your eyes and think of your home and you will be there. Goodbye", Uruk said and disappeared.

Arth looked around for one last time and then closed his eyes and thought of his home, his room, his computer, his bed...

The Old Man Monetary is copyright of Reserve Bank of India and is posted here in public interest and to spread banking awareness among kids.