Develop the following into a readable story of 150-200 words: A young boy was travelling by train for work from Delhi to Chandigarh. He was all of twenty years and had recently joined his father’s business. He was on his maiden work trip. He was carrying a briefcase...
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Once upon a time, there was a young boy who was travelling from Delhi to Chandigarh by train. It was a long journey, he was tired and thirsty. He was 20 years old and he gave a company to his father by joining his business. He was carrying a briefcase with him which was full of clothes, a water bottle and a fruit. He saw a man who was disabled. The man was begging. This boy who was travelling felt pity and gave him 10 rupees. But the man still continued begging. This boy was confused. He asked the man why was he still begging. The poor beggar replied, '' Sir, you are well settled. But what about me? I have no job. My family is starving. The 10 rupees which you gave isn't sufficient for my living. So i continued begging.'' The boy was upset. He didn't speak a word. He called his father and asked him if there were vacancies in his business. But his father said no. The boy was really disappointed. He promised the disabled beggar to find and give him a job. And so the beggar lived with the boy for a week. The boy found a nice job and told it to the beggar. He was extremely happy. He said a word of thanks and left. They boy was relieved. He continued working hard in his business. Once due to a mistake the boy was thrown out of his job. He cried and cried but it was of no use. He was jobless. The beggar was a close friend of the head of the business in which the boy was thrown out. The beggar spoke to him and the boy got back his job. He was no more jobless, and the beggar was no more a beggar. It was a happy life for both.
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A young boy was travelling by train for some work from Delhi to Chandigarh. He was all twenty years and had recently joined his father’s business. He was on his maiden work trip. He was carrying a briefcase packed in a brown leather cover. Spreading an immaculate sheet on his seat, he kept the briefcase and watched it with full content and devotion as if some myriad charm was about to evoke from that short, stuffed shabby brown box. As the daylight faded out, all us went off to sleep only t wake up by the shrill cry of the vendors. The twenty year lad was still hugging the briefcase tight to his bosom, as if in the desperate search to feel its contents. After quite some time, I saw him opening the box and taking out a pair of chicks. “Eureka! Eureka!”, shouted the boy. “The eggs belong to a hen. Now I can start my poultry business.”