|Sow Your Sin, Reap Your Award (standard:Inspirational stories, 3023 words)|
|Author: Ashwini Ahuja||Added: Mar 18 2007||Views/Reads: 1700/1140||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|You can not expect good in your life if you cheat innocent people.As you sow so shall you reap.|
Simran calls him lout. Lout- lout- lout. My friend thinks him- a plain boy, not lout. “No, he is not a plain boy. He is a lout” She insists. “You don't know Rahul- he is also a chap of colossal ignorance, a rogue of retribution. I know his sister- she is also corrupt. Gosh! how horrible phrases- she uses for them- a chap of ignorance, a rogue of retribution, corrupt. No doubt, he could not get through his matriculation examination but- a chap of ignorance. How sad, how sad! Might a poor, tiny locality boy of sixteen years of age be a rogue of retribution to whom his friends address Ramu bechara? Rogue, Ramu bechara, rouge, Ramu Bechara. My friend is too confused to decide whether he should show sympathy towards him or not. Rogue or Ramu bechara? Years back, he was Ram Lal. Great Ram Lal. My friend's father lavished praise on him, great Ram Lal; you're great of the greatest. My friend's father and his father were friends. He wanted his son to study in college so that he might become a great man but destiny was against him. Routinely, way back to college, Ram Lal often meets my friend near the spinning mill where he works. My friend, along with Simran comes from the same road where mill's main gate opens. My friend wants to help him in study. Simran is surprised why Rahul is enthusiastic helping him in study. Ever any professor of college except for Rahul himself endorses his task? Simran hates servile class and does not foster sympathy for them. My friend Rahul tactfully reasons. “You know, you know, she hails from a rich family, that is why she hates poor people” It was the second week of December month when my friend had happened to come upon Ramu alias Ram Lal first time while he was looking for a servant for his family after coming to the Delhi. During conversation, Ramu explained to my friend that he had his old mother and a young sister- Pinkie. “Pinkie?” The ears of my friend had erected in happiness to listen about a young lady. “Yes, sir” “Might she be ready to work in our home?” Rahul had asked. “No, she goes to school” “School? Does she study?” “Yes” And my friend decided forthwith that he would assist the family with monetary aid. After that day, when he saw Ramu on the road, his heart began to bubble with ecstasy and thrill. He dreamt that he would invite him his home and he might see Pinkie, young Pinkie. In the light of dreams to see Pinkie, his rags did not disgust my friend. In fact, my friend wanted to make relations with his sister and he began to give him money to make his frequent way into his home. After his college finish, he sometimes asked if he could visit his home to see his old mother (In fact, young sister) and oneday, Ram Lal nodded. “Sir, you- come tomorrow, mill is closed then” My friend brimming with elation echoed- Thank you, thank you, thank you” Simran objects- “You will go to his home, why?” “To see his mother, she is old and ill” Simran mocks- “God, you're merciful God, Rahul” However, sometimes, horrible things happen and my friend's visit in his home was of the same kind. Simran wanted my friend very much but Rahul wanted Pinkie very much instead. Is Pinkie pretty beautiful? No, no, no. She is not fair-coloured but she seemed more attractive than Simran to my friend. Really, she is a unique creation of God; he boasted looking at her shapely breasts. My friend wanted to help her every possible way but Simran, his college colleague was in shilly-shally on the subject of supporting paltry people. Oneday, my friend happened to praise on Pinkie while discussing her family's dilemma with Simran, she pouted. She had the doubts that my friend might develop relationship with the petty girl. Although, she did not speak to Rahul directly but her pouts and gestures made him understand that she disliked Pinkie to the extent of hatred. My friend resolved that he would never reveal anything regarding Pinkie to Simran. No doubt, my friend continued meeting with Pinkie in her home but he could not talk to her privately in the presence of her brother- Ram Lal. Twice or thrice, he gave her some money but she was unable to figure out his purpose. “You're gentleman, sir. I revere you, sir” She expressed her respect for him when she saw some rupees on her palms. Oneday, Ram Lal informed Rahul that he is away to another city with mother today and Pinkie might be alone at home. “Take care of her, sir” He begged. “No problem, no problem, you go, you go” With cunning smile on his lips, my friend instantly decided to make the opportunity fruitful but before rushing towards his home after the college finish, he moved towards spinning mill to confirm his departure. He contacted the manager office where he faced some dubious stares in view of his interest in a petite, low-class employee. In a quite rough tone, manager's assistant shrieked. “He is away for five days” “Why?” My friend could not dare to ask further. When he left the office, he recognised some boys lingering at the gate to whom he had met several times before. They too were menial workers. “Where is Mr. Ram Lal, you know?” My friend asked one of the boys. “Who is Ram Lal?” He amazed. “He also works in this spinning mill” My friend Click here to read the rest of this story (174 more lines)
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