This is not a update. If you want you can skip this.
Who knows? I might delete this chapter, when I come back to my sense.
I am going to say two stories.
FIRST STORY
There was a 14 year old boy. He was standing near a shop. He had 50 rupees. He was going to buy a dairy milk chocolate.
He loves it. Who won't love it? Everyone loves it.
A grandma came. She said, she is hungry. He is from a developing country. There are poor people here. He was always taught that he should help people.
His parents say if you help the poor, you are helping the god himself.
He saw his wallet. He had money for his chocolate. He didn't have spare money.
But that grandma was asking for her living not for taste like him.
He asked her "Pattima enna venum" (WHAT DO YOU NEED GRANDMA?) He was taught to respect elders.
She said I need bun (HE DIDN'T KNOW THE ENGLISH WORD. IT WAS A TRADITIONAL FOOD. IT IS NOT KNOWN NOW)
He saw her. She was very old. The shop was on the other side of the road. She will have trouble crossing it. He was always taken care by his father. He won't let the boy cross the road even but this is not that time.
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