"BEWARE OF FAKE"
BEWARE OF FAKE A young thief planned to steal from one of the rich households in the village that night. He was almost a novice, didn’t yet organize a gang to help during big encounters. However, he was an expert in mingling with general people, in different attires and occasions, collecting information about their status and wealth and property; thus creating a list of targets within his area of operation. One day he collected the information about an old lady who lived in a small house at one corner of the village, and she was known for being a miser. People knew she had accumulated a lot of wealth from the money her son regularly sent her from abroad. He planned for a suitable new moon night, when people are generally at home and very few stray out in the streets, diminishing his risk of being noticed. Delighted at the thought of such huge profit from an easy prey, he reached her house at the scheduled night. The house was almost dark, with a very dim light coming probably from the old woman’s bedroom. He climbed the pipes, reached the small first floor balcony which directly led to her room. It was a small house, but beautifully decorated with fancy, expensive items. Statues made of crystals, silver and brass were abundant. The prayer room was visible from the balcony, where the statues of the deities wore gold ornaments. The thief could hardly control his greed…he walked in on tiptoe and found someone lying on the bed, covered with a blanket from head to toe. It must be the old woman sleeping. Just as he started moving towards his prayer room, a broken voice came from under the blanket, “Hey Heera, give me a glass of water. Why did you take so long to come from the market? I’m so thirsty, but too sick to get up!” Heera must be her servant whom she had sent to the market. Thank God she didn’t suspect any thief. The thief thought it wouldn’t be easy for the old lady to distinguish him from her servant in the dim light, so he fetched a glass of water for the lady and put it on the expensive Mahogany nightstand by her bed. “I’m too weak to get up, pour some water in my mouth!” yelled the lady angrily, “Did you forget everything?” The thief started sweating for the fear of getting recognized…he tried to hide his face as much as he could, and lifted up the blanket to feed her water. Darn, he lifted the wrong side; it was just a pair of the old lady’s feet. “You idiot!” screamed the lady, “Are you drunk? Don’t you even remember which side I lie? Come to the other side, you lazybones!” The thief carried the glass of water to the other side, and lifted the blanket. The world turned dark in front of him….there were again a pair of old, wrinkled feet on the other side as well…a ghastly peel of laughter reached his ears before he lost his consciousness.
BEWARE OF FAKE A young thief planned to steal from one of the rich households in the village that night. He was almost a novice, didn’t yet organize a gang to help during big encounters. However, he was an expert in mingling with general people, in different attires and occasions, collecting information about their status and wealth and property; thus creating a list of targets within his area of operation. One day he collected the information about an old lady who lived in a small house at one corner of the village, and she was known for being a miser. People knew she had accumulated a lot of wealth from the money her son regularly sent her from abroad. He planned for a suitable new moon night, when people are generally at home and very few stray out in the streets, diminishing his risk of being noticed. Delighted at the thought of such huge profit from an easy prey, he reached her house at the scheduled night. The house was almost dark, with a very dim light coming probably from the old woman’s bedroom. He climbed the pipes, reached the small first floor balcony which directly led to her room. It was a small house, but beautifully decorated with fancy, expensive items. Statues made of crystals, silver and brass were abundant. The prayer room was visible from the balcony, where the statues of the deities wore gold ornaments. The thief could hardly control his greed…he walked in on tiptoe and found someone lying on the bed, covered with a blanket from head to toe. It must be the old woman sleeping. Just as he started moving towards his prayer room, a broken voice came from under the blanket, “Hey Heera, give me a glass of water. Why did you take so long to come from the market? I’m so thirsty, but too sick to get up!” Heera must be her servant whom she had sent to the market. Thank God she didn’t suspect any thief. The thief thought it wouldn’t be easy for the old lady to distinguish him from her servant in the dim light, so he fetched a glass of water for the lady and put it on the expensive Mahogany nightstand by her bed. “I’m too weak to get up, pour some water in my mouth!” yelled the lady angrily, “Did you forget everything?” The thief started sweating for the fear of getting recognized…he tried to hide his face as much as he could, and lifted up the blanket to feed her water. Darn, he lifted the wrong side; it was just a pair of the old lady’s feet. “You idiot!” screamed the lady, “Are you drunk? Don’t you even remember which side I lie? Come to the other side, you lazybones!” The thief carried the glass of water to the other side, and lifted the blanket. The world turned dark in front of him….there were again a pair of old, wrinkled feet on the other side as well…a ghastly peel of laughter reached his ears before he lost his consciousness.
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