The Return Gift

Mr. Aggarwal was a very wealthy businessman. One day he was alone sitting at

his dining table. It was his birthday. He heard the footsteps of a man behind

the curtains. He knew there was a thief there.

“Come on! Thank you for coming to my house on my birthday. I’m alone, give

me your company.” The thief was starving. He had good food and drinks. Mr.

Aggarwal gave him a big purse. It had silver coins.

Years rolled by. His fortunes changed. Mr. Aggarwal was a very poor man now.

His business was ruined. Today was his 50th birthday. But he had become a

pauper now. He was alone reflecting over his good old days. It was 9 pm. The

bell rang.

“Who can be at such a time to visit a poor man?”, thought Mr. Aggarwal. He

saw a man in a new suit with a lovely bouquet of red roses. He had many

packets of gifts, fruits, sweets and a few bottles. He tried to recognize the man.

“I’m your old thief,” replied the man. “With the money you gave me I did some

business. I earned a lot of money within these years. Now I am a rich

businessman.”

“Let’s celebrate your birthday,” he said. “It is for you, a little return-gift.” He

gave a bag to Mr. Aggarwal. Mr. Aggarwal opened the bag, only to find that it

was full of new currency notes!