Donald here.
Sarvesh and I were sitting together. We had made a coffee and took it out beside the pool. In the early morning, it was nice and cool out there, quiet too as everyone else was asleep.
We were just sitting there, talking, sipping on our coffee. No, you smart arse girls; it wasn’t business. Sarvesh and I have other things we can talk about, besides business. Like how cheeky you girls are for example.
I knew before long some of the girls would surface and then we intended going in to help with breakfast. But it had been a late night for many so I knew that breakfast would most likely become more like lunch. Then they would sort out our ‘fun’ for the rest of the day.
I was looking over at Sarvesh while he was talking, telling me about some of the strange customs of India. He is a tall man, taller than me, maybe not as tall as Joseph. He was slim too, looked to be in good shape for a man of his age.
Since I’ve been in business with him, I’ve come to know Sarvesh quite well. I’ve met him a few times, although we seem to see Jeevan in Australia more than Sarvesh. I talk with him online almost every week and once a month, join online for the board meetings too. He comes across as being tough when you first meet him. It’s an image he likes to project but as you get to know him, Sarvesh has another side, being more easy-going with those he knows.
In business, he likes things done his way and expects results too but I’ve found him approachable and will listen to reason, suggestions if they make sense. He had helped us a lot in Perth and the business there had grown far bigger than I had imagined it would. Taught me a lot along the way too.