Published Sep 7, 2022
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A Short Story Review:- Pride Of Position, Prestige, And Glory.

Published Sep 7, 2022
3 mins read
570 words

It was Sunday.  I went to meet the MP to give him the progress report of my plan which he had asked for.  While coming, suddenly I saw a teary-eyed young man standing there with a saddled bicycle.  A wooden box was tied to the tube on the carrier at the back of the bicycle.  

This is Raju.  A childhood friend  I said, 'Do you know me, Raju?  I am a friend of the railway colony of Churu, Kamal!  There was a gleam in his eyes, but the difference in financial status was not allowing him to be comfortable.  'How are you, Raju?  ' I asked proudly, turning my luxury car key on my finger.  ' I am fine.  Do you seem to have become a very big man?  

Raju asked.  I said with a chuckle, 'I am the Chief Engineer in the Government Department.  What do you do?  ' He said in a confident voice, I fix all the appliances in the houses like electricity, water, cooker, sewing machine, fridge, TV, mixer, etc.  My tools are in the box.  I ride  Worth living.  

Own a small house.  ' I said with the need to humiliate him, ' I have built a Kothi in the posh colony of this city.  This car has just been bought new for 80 lakhs.  There is no shortage of anything.  ' Said him, ' Man Raju, let's eat lunch at my house.  After dinner, I will drop you back here.  ' He agreed after a no-no.  

 Cycle bakery is my friend, will keep it here.  ' Put Raju on the seat next to him in the car and walk towards the house.  As soon as the car stopped in front of the house, I opened the automatic door remotely.  my every effort It was that I could put the glory of my splendor on him.  I was looking at his face again and again, but his face felt completely expressionless and flat to me.  

When the doorbell rang, Mrs. opened the door.  Seeing a tearful person with me, she frowned, frowned, and was amazed.  She didn't say anything but quietly went inside.  Having made Raju sit on the sofa in my luxurious drawing room, I went inside.  On going inside me, the wife said in a hoarse voice, 'Which beggar have you caught?  

 'A childhood friend. Found it in the market. Will eat food with me.' I said. 'Food? Do I have Aladdin's lamp to rub and find food!' Speak slowly, I said.  Had to bring someone, couldn't you call?' Mrs. hiss again. 'I'll get something from the hotel.

 When I came into the drawing room saying, Raju was looking at the notepad on the center table with strange eyes.  Suspecting that she had not listened to Mrs. I said to Raju, 'I am going out for some important work. I will come back in just ten minutes.' I went out saying. I brought my luggage  So I saw Raju is not in the room. 

Looked all over the place. I sat down on the sofa. My eyes fell on the open notepad kept on the table, on which something was written in diagonal letters. I picked up the pad out of curiosity and this couplet on it was written Aavat Hi Harsha Nahi, Nain Nahi Sanneh. 'Tulsi' don't go there, Kanchan rained Meh I was filled with self-loathing. He had made me small. The intoxication of my position, of glory, has vanished. 

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sapna.bhandari 9/15/22, 5:48 PM
Nice please read mine too

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