In Patan there was a young grain merchant named Jiva. The senior merchants used scales that tilted slightly, so each measure they sold was a few grains short. The customers paid for one kilo but went home with nine hundred ninety. Jiva refused. He kept his scale plain and balanced. People laughed at him. His shop earned a little less each day. But the women of the bazaar slowly began to walk past the older shops to reach his. Within a year, Jiva's small stall had become the busiest in the lane. When asked the secret, he only said: "A scale that lies steals from the buyer today and from the seller forever."