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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.