There is a story of the King of Udaipur, who was still very sad a year after his mother's death. One day his friends told him, "Now you have reached the age of fifty and you are a father, even a grandfather. Nobody's parents last for ever. As long as she lived it was a privilege, but now she is gone and you must forget your sorrow." He said, "Yes, I am trying to forget; but there is one thing I cannot forget, and that is the nickname by which she called me. Everyone is respectful towards me, everyone calls me 'Maharana', but she alone called me by a nickname, and I loved it so much."