Śrī Prem Prayojan Prabhu tells a homely little scene. A man's wife bore a son; overjoyed, he bought laddus and sent them round to his neighbors in little boxes. One neighbor opened his: the laddu was there, but broken. A trifle — the taste is the same, you chew it up anyway. But he remembered it. Time passed, and a child was born to that neighbor. He too bought laddus, put one in a box for that same first man — and, before sending it, deliberately broke it. A crack for a crack. This is the first of three types of "lovers": I return exactly what you gave me. It looks like a relationship, but at heart it's bookkeeping. Real love begins with the second type: the one who gives, whether it's returned or not.