There were no limousines or hearses and no elaborate goodbyes. On a wintry evening at 5:15pm, on a day when even the sun dared not show its face, the remains of the reclusive billionaire arrived as discreetly as he lived.
It was brought in a simple van that could have been mistaken for a matatu. And just like that, Naushad Merali was driven to his final resting place next to his brother who died a week ago.