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The Thief's Story

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                 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,

JUNIOR PRINCE

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                    Indian Story In English                            JUNIOR PRINCE Read Now÷                       A king had seven sons but he loved the junior most prince most. One day the brothers hatched a plot to kill the youngest one. They went for hunting in jungle and returned leaving him there. To the king the princes informed, "Father! We tried our best but couldn't save him. A tiger ate him up." Meanwhile the youngest prince roamed around and happened to come to a hill where a golden colour cow lived. He stated being helpful to the cow and in turn the cow allowed him to drink milk. Thus, he lived happily. Once a bullock cart passed through that jungle. The bulls were unable to pull the cart through uneven ground of jungle. The Cartier happened to see the prince up on a hillock. He called him down to him. As soon as the prince got on the cart the bulls moved and then raced to the village of the farmer. The farmer asked him to marry his daughte

YUMARAJA'S DISPENSARY

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                  Indian Story In English                  YAMARAJA'S DISPENSARY Read Now÷                       Once Yamaraja got tired of punishing the sinful souls. He handed charge to his deputy and set out on an excursion. He wandered towards the planet earth, the home of the sinners.  He wanted to experience love which caused greatest of sins. He met a woman named Yamini in a town who got interested in him. They got married. They were blessed with a son in a year. Now Yamini got busy with her baby. Her love of Yamaraja became weaker and weaker. She often quarrelled with him as she grew old.  To make a living Yamaraja opened a dispensary where he treated patients. It made good income. But Yamini' s nature did not change. She put such a scare into Yamaraja that even her voice made him tremble and hide under his table. His son Yamaraja was a spoilt brat due to indulgence of his mother. Yamaraja got so fed up with his wife and son that he quietly sl

WONDER

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                  Indian Story In English                                  WONDER Read Now÷                       This happened long ago. There lived a young trader in a town. His trade was spread to foreign lands also. He had recently got married. So, he was madly in love with his wife.  One day he suddenly remembered that he had to go to a foreign land on important business of selling and supplying goods. He loaded his goods on a ship and readied to go. He said to his young wife, "What do you like me to bring for you?" The wife said, "I have got everything. But as you have asked I want you to bring me wonder." The young trader went to the foreign land, sold his goods and bought merchandise to take back. Then, he remembered about his wife's wish. He roamed in markets looking for wonder but found it nowhere. One of his old trader Friend asked, "Why do you look sad, youngman?" The trader revealed, "My wife wanted me to get wonde

MADAM DONTCARE

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                    Indian Story In English                        MADAM DONTCARE Read Now÷                       In a certain village there lived a potter. His wife, didn't care for anything. So, people called her 'Dontcare'. One day they had a big quarrel. The potter left home in anger and went to jungle. There he ate some guavas. While eating he saw a deep ditch under a tree. After some time he returned home. He said to her, "Today I saw a guava tree. Tomorrow I will go to eat its fruits." At this Dontcare said, "I will also like." The next day, she followed the potter. On purpose, the potter walked towards that tree over the ditch. Dontcare rushed forward to reach the fruits before her husband could. She slipped and fell into that deep ditch. The potter went home. He went back on third day with a rope to pull his wife out of ditch. He threw down an end of the rope into the ditch. But instead of his wife a ghost started climbing up the

BLACK MAGIC POT

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                  Indian Story In English                                     BLACK MAGIC POT Read Now÷                       Long time ago, there lived an old woman in Bishanpur village. Her son and daughter-in-law had died. Her grandson was her only hope. The grandma and grandson lived on whatever money they made by selling wood. One day the old woman fell I'll. Her grandson went to jungle alone. At noon, after collecting wood he sat down to eat his lunch. Suddenly a hunchback old woman come to him leaning on her stick. She said,"Son, I am hungry." The boy lied, "Grandma! I had already eaten a lot of jungle fruits. Don't worry." The old woman gave a black pot to the boy and revealed,"Son! For thanks I give you this black magic pot. It will produce whatever you want to eat. When you don't want any more tell the black pot to stop." The grandson kid went home with the magic pot. At night he said to black magic pot, "Magic

THE NIGHT WE WON THE BUICK

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              The Night We Won the Buick Read Now÷                      It was just before the Second World War.We were the only family in our New York town that didn't own a car.Our daily shopping trips were made in a disreputable, two-wheeled basket cart, drawn by an ancient Shetland pony that my mother had named Barkis after the character in David Copperfield. Bony  Barkis was an eyesore. Every clop of his splayed hoofs sounded our poverty. For poor we were. My father's salary as clerk would've maintained us in modest plenty had not half of it gone for the support and medical saying. "If you have character, you have the better part of wealth. Living on little develops inner resources and builds a spiritual bank account." My bitter retort was, "You can't buy a car with it." Yet she succeeded in making austerity bearable in all other respects. Our home had charm. Mother knew the secret of using a few metres of bright chintz and a little paint