He loved collecting buttons. He called himself a collector, and he was right in doing so.
His collection was quite vast, and quite varied. It boasted of buttons of different colours, shapes, and sizes. It contained buttons from all the parts of the world – Europe, Asia, The Americas, and of course his very own India. However, he was finicky about the condition of the buttons after he procured them. He made sure to give them a wash right before framing them in his private collection.
Afterall, buttons stolen from the clothing of murdered tourists, tend to be unclean.
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