Anecdotes make up a story.
Incidents formulate a fiction.
Qualities eke out a character.
An interlude of greedy manipulation unfolds the basic integrity of a Man.
The man ,whom I like to cite, is a wee higher than a barbarian.
He has very less formal education.
He is a village product.
He possesses no etiquette.
He has inherited a wealth from his ancestors ,which keeps him going.
Rip him off his wealth, he becomes an incorrigible rascal.
To crown up his notoriety, he recently indulged in a petty feud with his kinsman.
The relative had borrowed money from his brother, a decade back. Now ,the
brothers have fallen apart.
Knowingly or unknowingly , the kinsman returned a part o the money to the illiterate hero.
The brother, who had actually lent money warned the relative not to pay the money to the hero.
Ignoring the real lender, the borrower continued to pay the money to the other.
The Man accepted the payment, fully knowing that it does not belong to him.
A few months after , the kinsman referred his account books.
Alas! the truth dawned on him.
He ,at once rushed to the hero ,explained the matter ,and asked his money back.
The greedy Man refused .
The kinsman approached through a common friend also, but the Man did not budge.
The kinsman and his wife got infuriated and cursed the Man to the core, invoking God’s wrath on the Man.
The undeterred cheat remains silent, unaffected by the fuming and fretting of the Kinsman’s clan, and unperturbed by the slander that encircles him.
He wants money,money – nothing else.
What a Man he is?
What sort of brought up?
What kind of integrity?
What a fraud?
It is an outright sale of scruples for currency.
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