Question

Last week i went to market on bicycle complete the story

Answer 1

When I saw an old woman trying to cross the road, my moral values made me to stop and help her cross the road . My attitude of helping the needy paid me a lot that day . I lost my bicycle, on order to help the old woman, it was none less than a detective story to find my bike . I went don't the road and discovered the traces of the treads of my tyre. I went following those. My search ended I a shaggy house. There I saw my bicycle perfectly shining, it couldn't be called a house though it was made if mud and bricks . I stood outside the door to find someone, but there came a small boy holding hands of a big man, by my mind he wa his father. I could see the sheer joy on the child's face. His father spoke out tat he bought the cycle to him. The moment filled the child's heart with happiness , he set off himself to examine his new birthday gift. I later got to know from his parents that the child suffered from cancer and it was his last wish which was fulfilled by his parents. They were poor people who couldn't hv even drama of a three course meal. The father at last bends over and apologizes to me for stealing my bike. I forgive him and gave away my buckeye to the poor little child.

Answer 2

ᴛᴏɴʏ: ᴛʜᴇ sϙᴜɪʀʀᴇʟ:-

ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʏ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋs. ɪ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʙɪᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡ 10. ɪ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪᴄᴇs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ᴘᴀɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ. ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴀ sϙᴜɪʀʀᴇʟ ᴡᴀs sɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɢᴀɪʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙɪᴄʏᴄʟᴇ. ɪ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ғᴏʀ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sϙᴜɪʀʀᴇʟ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴍᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sϙᴜɪʀʀᴇʟ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛs ᴛᴀɪʟ; ɪᴛ sᴏᴏɴ sᴇɴsᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴀɢ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sϙᴜɪʀʀᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɴɪʙʙʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ. ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ғʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴜᴛᴍᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs. ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄʜᴏsᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇsᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴇᴛ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ɪ sᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sϙᴜɪʀʀᴇʟ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴏɴᴅʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏɴʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ.