The Thief's story
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- Glisser: 1
- THE THIEF'S STORY
- You look a bit of a wrestler yourself, I want to work for you.
- But I can't pay you
- This story is about a young boy, Hari Singh flatters Anil to get place in his house
- Glisser: 2
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- Can you feed me?
- If you can cook, then may be I can feed you.
- Anil took Hari to his room and gave a space on the balcony to sleep. The meal Hari cooked that night was terrible so Anil gave it to a stray dog and told him to be off. Anil told him, he would teach Hari cooking, sentences and arithmetic
- Glisser: 3
- Clutching a bundle of crisp notes, Anil announced his triumph to Hari - a book deal! As darkness fell, he tucked the precious money away, nestled safely under the mattress.
- I have been working at anil's for over a month and apart from the money i kept , i haven't done anything like before
- A month had flown by, and Hari, the thief, hadn't taken a single rupee beyond his daily "tax" on the grocery money. Anil's unwavering trust, a rarity in his world, left him speechless.
- Glisser: 4
- Anil's trust was a double-edged sword. Robbing him wouldn't be a challenge, Hari realized. But the lack of resistance, the ease of the crime, stripped away the thrill. What was the point of stealing from someone who wouldn't even notice the loss?
- Pocketing the money, Hari made a dash for the Lucknow Express, its departure a siren song at 10:30. He reached the platform, panting, just as the train lurched forward, a slow behemoth gaining momentum. An inexplicable hesitation gripped him. Why? He didn't know. The escape route he'd craved was slipping away, yet his feet refused to move.
- Glisser: 5
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- "In my short time as a thief, I learned to read people's faces after they were robbed. Greedy guys would get scared, rich ones would be mad, and poor folks would just seem like they expected it."
- I can tell Anil will be truly heartbroken by the betrayal of trust
- The train roared away, leaving Hari alone. Rain lashed down, soaking the stolen money. In the park's darkness, he realized – education, not thievery, was the key. A few hundred rupees paled compared to a decent life.
- Glisser: 6
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- Shamefaced, Hari returned to the room, slipping the damp money back where it belonged. He woke late the next morning to find tea ready and a fifty-rupee note on the table. "Regular pay," Anil said simply. As Hari's fingers brushed the wet bills, a truth dawned – Anil knew. Yet, there was no anger, no sadness, just a quiet understanding.
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