kindness rewarded story
Short Story in English
A long time ago, there lived a rich man in a city. His name was Faqir Chand. He was the richest man in the city, but he was also a stingy bee-sucker. His dress was also strange. Short, short, when he walked, it seemed like the football was rolling. Faqir Chand's wife was a very good woman. She used to help the poor. On Tuesdays, there was a crowd of paupers and cripples from all over the city at the gate of Seth Faqir Chand's mansion, because on that day, Seth's wife gave one pauper to each pauper. Pau used to give alms. Sethji thought this was very bad, but he also respected his wife, so he did not say anything. Once Sethji had also explained to his wife: "There is no benefit in giving charity to these poor and sadhus." All of them sell in the market and eat opium, smoke and wave. That is, they make us fools." On this, the wife said to Sethji: "All the wealth that God has given us is the result of this charity." Then he told Sethji about his poverty. Reminded, when they didn't even have a broken whip.
Sethji resented anyone reminding him of his past, what he was and what he is now, because he called himself a family Seth, so he kept quiet. Like other rich men of the world, Seth Faqir Chand was also worried about increasing his wealth. His godown was stocked with sugar, salt, oil, wheat, rice and pulses. He was the biggest wholesaler in the city. When the prices went up, Sethji's blood ran high and if the price went down, Sethji was worried. They used to go. Their night's sleep would become haram. Hunger would disappear. One year there was no rain in the country. Famine broke out. Grain disappeared from the market and the price of grain went up. Sethji stopped selling grain, because he knew that the price of grain would rise further.. On Tuesdays, the flour that he used to mix to the poor and disabled people of the city also stopped. One day in the morning, Sethji was sitting comfortably after breakfast and drinking hakka. A man came to him and folded his hands and said: Seth Faqir Chand ji! May your wealth increase, may your health be good, I am a poor man. My children are starving. Give me a few grains of gram. I will feed them with gram and pray to you for the rest of my life." Seth got very angry and scolded him and drove him away. The man came again.In his hand was a brass plate. When Sethji saw him, he said angrily: "Why have you come now? I can't give you even a grain. If you want your own good, leave here immediately, otherwise..." This man Sethji said. He interrupted and said: "But Sethji! It is for your own benefit."It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. At least you will recognize this brass plate. Your name is also engraved on it. Fakir Chand, son of Ghaset Chand. You may remember when you are in a new city. When he came, this Lotta Ramu Bhad had pledged four annas to his uncle and he had also written
the receipt. It's a little old, about twenty years ago. You forgot to redeem it. It's okay, grown people have weak memories.
It was my duty to return yours to you. What do you think? Something. Do you remember?" Sethji's anger became camphor as soon as he heard this. They looked around that no one was listening to their conversation. "Yes, yes, I remember very well," they responded. You have done well to bring my loot. I will let you come now. My loot to me." Give it." Ramu laughed: "Haha...Sethji! You are kidding. Where did the world go in twenty years? When you have not a single dime in your pocket. Your clothes were a rag. You only had a brass plate. When you were
poor, now you are rich. When There were few fakirs and now Seth Fakirs are few. Just tell me honestly, will the price of this rare brass loot continue to rise. "Well then, I will pay five rupees for it. Bring the miralotta back to me." Ramo squeezed the lotta on his fingers and said: "Look, your name is also written on it. The receipt you wrote, It is also signed by you and is also safe with me. I think this loot should be auctioned in the market. You should also put the price there. Well, Seth Faqir Chand's loot! Its price is less than one thousand. One. Two. Three. If the brass is looted, then the whole city will know what Seth Fakir was a few twenty years ago. Good Seth Faqir Chand ji! Now I will go. Your loot will be safe with me. "Saying this, Ramu left the door and left. Seth kept calling him, but he did not stop. Sethji became weak.
Hunger disappeared, sleep was far away. He was constantly troubled by the thought that what would happen if this Ramu Bhar Bhonje revealed his secret. All his honor would be destroyed. What would people say? Seth Faqir Chand whom people They bow down and greet him, who has millions of rupees deposited in the bank, who is respected in the whole city, he was such a poor man that he stole a piece of brass. Pledged to a grand nephew... Seth was angry with himself, but the truth was, how did he know that twenty years later he would become a millionaire. Twenty years ago Seth Faqir was a really poor man. He came from his village to the city in search of a job. There was not a single money in his pocket. Somehow he reached the city by walking.
A new place, unfamiliar. Hunger separated him. Disturbed. I was helpless and understood a recipe. He pawned his brass pot and wrote a receipt for four annas. Then Faqir Chand got a job as a secretary to a Seth. It is true that Faqir Chand worked so hard and honestly that he gained the trust of the Seth. The keys of the lockers started to be in their possession. It happened that Seth fell ill suddenly and died instantly. Fakir Chand's intention became fit. After opening the locker, he took out a bag and hid it. There was no news. After the death of Seth, there was a dispute between his sons on the issue of wealth distribution. The poor few left work. They opened a small shop in a corner of the city and sat down. Gradually the shop grew and Fakir Chand, Seth became Fakir Chand. After thinking, Sethji lost. In the end, he could not escape from them. The next day early, he reached the shop of Ramu Bhar Bhonje. He saw his boot tied with a rope hanging from the roof. Seeing Sethji, Ramo smiled and said: "Sethji! You I would have attended myself. Tell me, what is the service for me?" Seth got out of the car and went with Ramu to his broken house. I remembered the life of twenty years ago. when they were essentially in the same condition."Ramu! I will give you one thousand rupees. Give me my loot." I will say that you were once so poor, that is, an ordinary man of our own community...today you are a big man. You have forgotten yourself and the sufferings of your brothers. You have grain in your barns. Countless people are starving. If you want, starving people can be saved. You are worried about your honor, starving.
Not mortals." "So what do you want?" "I'm begging you to save dying humans. There is real joy in it. It is also your duty. I can auction your loot, but I am not such a humble man. Poor must be. How much you care about loot, it is evident from your face. I wish You should have been equally concerned about the poor. "Just do it Ramu! Just do it. You are telling the truth. You have opened my eyes. I will distribute each grain for free. "Saying this, Seth stood up. For a week, Seth distributed free grain to the poor from the warehouses of Fakir Chand. That is not it, Seth. Faqir Chand also gave money of several thousand and cloth to be distributed among the poor. Then the other men of the city also saw the sight of Seth in the same way. Seth's wife and other people were surprised at Seth's brave heart, but only Ramu knew that all this honor was due to the brass loot.
Sethji resented anyone reminding him of his past, what he was and what he is now, because he called himself a family Seth, so he kept quiet. Like other rich men of the world, Seth Faqir Chand was also worried about increasing his wealth. His godown was stocked with sugar, salt, oil, wheat, rice and pulses. He was the biggest wholesaler in the city. When the prices went up, Sethji's blood ran high and if the price went down, Sethji was worried. They used to go. Their night's sleep would become haram. Hunger would disappear. One year there was no rain in the country. Famine broke out. Grain disappeared from the market and the price of grain went up. Sethji stopped selling grain, because he knew that the price of grain would rise further.. On Tuesdays, the flour that he used to mix to the poor and disabled people of the city also stopped. One day in the morning, Sethji was sitting comfortably after breakfast and drinking hakka. A man came to him and folded his hands and said: Seth Faqir Chand ji! May your wealth increase, may your health be good, I am a poor man. My children are starving. Give me a few grains of gram. I will feed them with gram and pray to you for the rest of my life." Seth got very angry and scolded him and drove him away. The man came again.In his hand was a brass plate. When Sethji saw him, he said angrily: "Why have you come now? I can't give you even a grain. If you want your own good, leave here immediately, otherwise..." This man Sethji said. He interrupted and said: "But Sethji! It is for your own benefit."It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. At least you will recognize this brass plate. Your name is also engraved on it. Fakir Chand, son of Ghaset Chand. You may remember when you are in a new city. When he came, this Lotta Ramu Bhad had pledged four annas to his uncle and he had also written
the receipt. It's a little old, about twenty years ago. You forgot to redeem it. It's okay, grown people have weak memories.
It was my duty to return yours to you. What do you think? Something. Do you remember?" Sethji's anger became camphor as soon as he heard this. They looked around that no one was listening to their conversation. "Yes, yes, I remember very well," they responded. You have done well to bring my loot. I will let you come now. My loot to me." Give it." Ramu laughed: "Haha...Sethji! You are kidding. Where did the world go in twenty years? When you have not a single dime in your pocket. Your clothes were a rag. You only had a brass plate. When you were
poor, now you are rich. When There were few fakirs and now Seth Fakirs are few. Just tell me honestly, will the price of this rare brass loot continue to rise. "Well then, I will pay five rupees for it. Bring the miralotta back to me." Ramo squeezed the lotta on his fingers and said: "Look, your name is also written on it. The receipt you wrote, It is also signed by you and is also safe with me. I think this loot should be auctioned in the market. You should also put the price there. Well, Seth Faqir Chand's loot! Its price is less than one thousand. One. Two. Three. If the brass is looted, then the whole city will know what Seth Fakir was a few twenty years ago. Good Seth Faqir Chand ji! Now I will go. Your loot will be safe with me. "Saying this, Ramu left the door and left. Seth kept calling him, but he did not stop. Sethji became weak.
Hunger disappeared, sleep was far away. He was constantly troubled by the thought that what would happen if this Ramu Bhar Bhonje revealed his secret. All his honor would be destroyed. What would people say? Seth Faqir Chand whom people They bow down and greet him, who has millions of rupees deposited in the bank, who is respected in the whole city, he was such a poor man that he stole a piece of brass. Pledged to a grand nephew... Seth was angry with himself, but the truth was, how did he know that twenty years later he would become a millionaire. Twenty years ago Seth Faqir was a really poor man. He came from his village to the city in search of a job. There was not a single money in his pocket. Somehow he reached the city by walking.
A new place, unfamiliar. Hunger separated him. Disturbed. I was helpless and understood a recipe. He pawned his brass pot and wrote a receipt for four annas. Then Faqir Chand got a job as a secretary to a Seth. It is true that Faqir Chand worked so hard and honestly that he gained the trust of the Seth. The keys of the lockers started to be in their possession. It happened that Seth fell ill suddenly and died instantly. Fakir Chand's intention became fit. After opening the locker, he took out a bag and hid it. There was no news. After the death of Seth, there was a dispute between his sons on the issue of wealth distribution. The poor few left work. They opened a small shop in a corner of the city and sat down. Gradually the shop grew and Fakir Chand, Seth became Fakir Chand. After thinking, Sethji lost. In the end, he could not escape from them. The next day early, he reached the shop of Ramu Bhar Bhonje. He saw his boot tied with a rope hanging from the roof. Seeing Sethji, Ramo smiled and said: "Sethji! You I would have attended myself. Tell me, what is the service for me?" Seth got out of the car and went with Ramu to his broken house. I remembered the life of twenty years ago. when they were essentially in the same condition."Ramu! I will give you one thousand rupees. Give me my loot." I will say that you were once so poor, that is, an ordinary man of our own community...today you are a big man. You have forgotten yourself and the sufferings of your brothers. You have grain in your barns. Countless people are starving. If you want, starving people can be saved. You are worried about your honor, starving.
Not mortals." "So what do you want?" "I'm begging you to save dying humans. There is real joy in it. It is also your duty. I can auction your loot, but I am not such a humble man. Poor must be. How much you care about loot, it is evident from your face. I wish You should have been equally concerned about the poor. "Just do it Ramu! Just do it. You are telling the truth. You have opened my eyes. I will distribute each grain for free. "Saying this, Seth stood up. For a week, Seth distributed free grain to the poor from the warehouses of Fakir Chand. That is not it, Seth. Faqir Chand also gave money of several thousand and cloth to be distributed among the poor. Then the other men of the city also saw the sight of Seth in the same way. Seth's wife and other people were surprised at Seth's brave heart, but only Ramu knew that all this honor was due to the brass loot.
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