The Thief's Story
The Thief's Story Read Now:- I was still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an experienced and fairly successful hand. Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He was about 25 -- a tall, lean fellow -- and he looked easy-going, kind and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn't had much luck of late and thought I might be able to get into the young man's confidence. "You look a bit of a wrestler yourself," I said. A little flattery helps in making friends. "So do you," He replied, which put me off for a moment because_at that time I was rather thin. "Well, " I said modestly, "I do wrestle a bit." "What's your name?" "Hari Sing," I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me ahead of the police and my former employees. After this introduction, Anil talked about the well-oiled wrestlers who were grunting,