Good deeds are rewarded
Once a police officer, who was transferred to the city a week ago, came to our college to seek admission for his son. The principal politely but firmly refused admission as its time was over. Although he was unknown to me, yet I pleaded his case on humanitarian ground and the principal agreed to admit him. The policeman thanked us profusely.
After some days, while returning from the college, I parked my bike in front of a shop to purchase something on my return, I was terribly shocked to find my bag missing from the basket of the bike. I ran here and there nervously to search it out, cried for help but all was in vain. My trendy bag contained laptop, mobile phone, handsome amounts of money, ATM card and keys of almirah.
Shattered I returned home plunging in gloom. Suddenly the door bell rang and the policeman stood at the door with my bag. I was too surprised to speak anything. A boy probably a trainee in the world of crime lifted the bag but threw it on the road in horror seeing a policeman — to my luck — coming towards him.
When I asked the police officer, “Sir could you not send the bag through some of you assistant?” He replied, “No, I have to pay your heavy debt.”