One beautiful spring morning. A merchant loaded his donkey with bags of salt to go to the market in order to sell them the merchant and his donkey were walking along ....
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› One beautiful spring morning, a merchant loaded his donkey with bags of salt to go to the market in order to sell them. The merchant and his donkey were walking along the sandy paths of a village of Northern India. It was the month that lived with joyful cold mornings which were not too bitter as her sisters of December and January nights. But it wasn't the moment for the merchant to think about the surroundings as he was a lot focused on earning money. He didn't even care about his donkey that lied buried under the bags of salt. The donkey was old and really weak but was under the burden of its past when it was cared and was taken care of the merchant's father. It couldn't even refuse to help the merchant.
› The merchant seemed to be quite popular among the markets because of his business. The donkey, being an old life was well known among shops too. Even a child can recognize that old, smiling, hairy face! From the youngest to the eldest had played with the donkey and had taken care of it too!
› It was a long way to go for both of them as the market was many miles away, possibly they can reach by the evening at this rate of speed. The donkey may be weak, but still was still strong in a way, smiling, as it had held the most precious burdens of the villagers. It too seemed dedicated about helping its master. Even though the master didn't care about the donkey's situation at work but things were different at home..
› The merchant can be termed as wealthy, hardworking and he had a personality that never cared about situations, neither showed off. He had nice bondings with everyone in his place, exceptions were some of the jealous foes, filled with the poison of gaining popularity and sometimes they made plans supercede the merchant. The deadliest was yet to come. A lot of time had passed until now and it was high noon in the sky. Flowers bloomed to their fullest and birds chirped among the freshest leaves of the spring trees.
› Who knew things would change too fast. One of the poisoned friends left raged bulls on the way to market, just behind the merchant. In less than a second, the earth started trembling and its sounds were heard by the merchant. As soon as he looked back, he started sweating fear and sensing death. Suddenly, the bulls crashed with the cart and thrashing the bones of both donkey and it's owner. Dust formed a storm with filled the rain of shouts and tears. The cart was still in a good condition, just some cracks. As soon as the dust flew away by the spring breezes, owner lied on the ground, wearing a blood tinted and a dusty dress, staring into the eyes of the fellow animal, nearby death. They kept staring each other, remembering all those moments spent with each other until the merchant fainted.
› Hope shined in the eyes of the poor animal, helping him to repay the debt and standing up. Trembling along the path, it somehow reached the market when the moon shined its pearly appearances. Nearly every trader was gone, leaving some busy in talking about their work and families. One of them, looked the animal coming through the hastily fires of a bonfire. He suddenly understood to whom the donkey belonged too but wasn't able to understand the situation. He held the donkey free and kept the cart and bags aside. He knew that the animal was here for marketing but the absence of the master confused him.
› Looking at the situation of the donkey, he ran as fast as he was able to down the paths. After a while, in the darkest light of the moon, he saw the merchant and called some of his villagers to take him home.
› Another spring morning followed the painful night. But this spring morning seemed more mourning. The merchant looked a bit fine too, still unable to move. The trader reached his home, holding money for his salt and tears too. Hearing the voice of the tears, the merchant cried too and was cursing his such situation.
› Years passed by. The place experienced a lot of changes but one thing was same. In the fake rumors of the village, a truth was held free by some ladies. The truth was that a donkey died helping his master, which was given respect more than a God from a deadly night which lied buried under the sands of time.
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› One beautiful spring morning, a merchant loaded his donkey with bags of salt to go to the market in order to sell them. The merchant and his donkey were walking along the sandy paths of a village of Northern India. It was the month that lived with joyful cold mornings which were not too bitter as her sisters of December and January nights. But it wasn't the moment for the merchant to think about the surroundings as he was a lot focused on earning money. He didn't even care about his donkey that lied buried under the bags of salt. The donkey was old and really weak but was under the burden of its past when it was cared and was taken care of the merchant's father. It couldn't even refuse to help the merchant.
› The merchant seemed to be quite popular among the markets because of his business. The donkey, being an old life was well known among shops too. Even a child can recognize that old, smiling, hairy face! From the youngest to the eldest had played with the donkey and had taken care of it too!
› It was a long way to go for both of them as the market was many miles away, possibly they can reach by the evening at this rate of speed. The donkey may be weak, but still was still strong in a way, smiling, as it had held the most precious burdens of the villagers. It too seemed dedicated about helping its master. Even though the master didn't care about the donkey's situation at work but things were different at home..
› The merchant can be termed as wealthy, hardworking and he had a personality that never cared about situations, neither showed off. He had nice bondings with everyone in his place, exceptions were some of the jealous foes, filled with the poison of gaining popularity and sometimes they made plans supercede the merchant. The deadliest was yet to come. A lot of time had passed until now and it was high noon in the sky. Flowers bloomed to their fullest and birds chirped among the freshest leaves of the spring trees.
› Who knew things would change too fast. One of the poisoned friends left raged bulls on the way to market, just behind the merchant. In less than a second, the earth started trembling and its sounds were heard by the merchant. As soon as he looked back, he started sweating fear and sensing death. Suddenly, the bulls crashed with the cart and thrashing the bones of both donkey and it's owner. Dust formed a storm with filled the rain of shouts and tears. The cart was still in a good condition, just some cracks. As soon as the dust flew away by the spring breezes, owner lied on the ground, wearing a blood tinted and a dusty dress, staring into the eyes of the fellow animal, nearby death. They kept staring each other, remembering all those moments spent with each other until the merchant fainted.
› Hope shined in the eyes of the poor animal, helping him to repay the debt and standing up. Trembling along the path, it somehow reached the market when the moon shined its pearly appearances. Nearly every trader was gone, leaving some busy in talking about their work and families. One of them, looked the animal coming through the hastily fires of a bonfire. He suddenly understood to whom the donkey belonged too but wasn't able to understand the situation. He held the donkey free and kept the cart and bags aside. He knew that the animal was here for marketing but the absence of the master confused him.
› Looking at the situation of the donkey, he ran as fast as he was able to down the paths. After a while, in the darkest light of the moon, he saw the merchant and called some of his villagers to take him home.
› Another spring morning followed the painful night. But this spring morning seemed more mourning. The merchant looked a bit fine too, still unable to move. The trader reached his home, holding money for his salt and tears too. Hearing the voice of the tears, the merchant cried too and was cursing his such situation.
› Years passed by. The place experienced a lot of changes but one thing was same. In the fake rumors of the village, a truth was held free by some ladies. The truth was that a donkey died helping his master, which was given respect more than a God from a deadly night which lied buried under the sands of time.
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