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In 50 words of your own, give an account of the conversation between Anil and Hari Singh. Kindly write the precis in a grid and then upload with a clear image in a vertical position.
I was still a thief when I met Anil. And though only fifteen, I was an experienced and fairly successful hand. Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He was about twenty-five – 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 Singh,’ I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me ahead of the police and my former employers.
After this introduction, Anil talked about the wrestlers who were lifting and throwing each other. I didn’t have much to say. I gave him my most appealing smile. ‘I want to work for you,’ I said.
‘But I can’t pay you.’
I thought that over for a minute. Perhaps I had misjudged my man.
‘Can you feed me?’ I asked.
‘Can you cook?’
‘I can cook,’ I lied again.
‘If you can cook, then maybe I can feed you.’
He took me to his room over the Jamuna Sweet Shop and told me I could sleep on the balcony. But the meal I cooked that night must have been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be off. But I just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way, and he just couldn’t help laughing.
Later, he patted me on my head and said never mind, he’d teach me to cook.

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