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There were two friends who were walking across a desert. While they were walking they got into an ugly argument and out of anger one of them slapped the other on the face. The one who was slapped, though was hurt he did not said anything and quietly wrote over the sand "I am hurt because today my friend hit me n my face". They resumed walking and kept walking until they came across an oasis. They decided to take bath in the oasis then. While they were taking bath the one who had got slapped started drowning. The other friend came to his rescue and saved him. After he got rescued, he wrote on the stone "Today I was saved by my best friend".
The other friend asked him, "Why did you write on the sand when I slapped you while you wrote on the stone when I saved you?" Upon this, the other friend replied that its better we write on sand when your friend hurts you as it will be gone with the wind but write it on stone when your friend does something good to you so that it could be engraved forever.
Moral of the Story
Your friend always sees the brighter side of you! No matter what your friend will always come to rescue you be it any circumstance!
Explanation:
A Coin Picker
Ramu was a coin picker . He was one among the many who would come to the beach
in high tide. All of them would brave strone waves to pick up 1, 2, 5 rupee coins brought
along by the waves. They had acquired special skills
Ramu know, like others, that the job was raky. But he was unafraid. When I asked him
"Why do you ye to meet your death?" "Because death comes when it comes, was hi
nonchalant reply
One day Ramu was very happy. He waid he had collected fitty coins. He would celeh.
I had no idea of his celebration
In the evening. I saw a cache of policemen around a but in the rag-picker colony, not for
away from the beach. I learnt three boys had died because of consuming illicit liquor. Ram
was one of them. The doring coin-picker had been rewarded by the sex!
There was again high tide in the sea. There were again coin-pickers rushing towards the
waves. The same story was repeated again and again on the sands of time.
