next to the Vasanth’s, and her father used to drop her and pick her up from the school daily.
In the middle of the conversation when the chocolate I bought for him ended, Vasanth would immediately question me,
” Why are you asking this? ”
To shut his mouth, I always carried an extra chocolate shoved in my pocket.
After that one day, I followed her to our school gate; it was a coincidence and not planned. I saw her father waiting for her with his scooter. I was happy that some of the chocolates I bought for Vasanth were worth of it. So I went home with a little satisfaction.
On that day, my mother counted the money she had put in the savings' box from which me and my father usually took the money for the bus fare. She at last found out that some money was going out somewhere in the holes, which were present other than in the savings' box. When she asked about that, I first tried to manage it with my father, but I could not. She knew that my father was taking money from that box for the past 15 years and there had never been that much shortage in my mother’s treasury, until she introduced my new magical hands to it.
My mother was one of the best detectors in the world. I found it out on that day. With the chocolate wrappers found in my bag, she correctly deduced that it was my hands, which were doing that magic. I had a habit of saving the chocolate wrappers, which I used to buy, in my bag. In the end, this habit contributed the evidence in my case.
Then she questioned me as to what I was really doing with the money. As soon as she asked me, I gave her a charming look and said,
” I am buying chocolates for one of my friends to know the details of a girl. You know, in order to make her as your daughter in law”
My mother laughed and told me that,
“If it’s so, from tomorrow onwards ask your mother in law for your expenses. And never put your hands in this coin box."
I said to my mother the truth but all she thought was that I was just kidding with her. Some innocent women like my mother are precisely like this. They might be the best investigators, but sometimes they believe the lies and ignore the truth. Therefore, it was always an easy go.
“Just tell the truth and escape rather than lie and get caught.” I used that chance and said,
“I have to buy some notebooks so, give the money tomorrow. After my engagement, you can subtract this money (with interest) from the dowry which my mother in law is going to afford to you”
I always used to tell the truth but only when I am assured that nothing is going to affect me after I said that. During the other times I would not lie, but I would flannel and say something irrelevant to truth.
With my chivalrous words, I got an extra thirty rupees, and I saved it into my pocket. One day I sacrificed that thirty rupees and extracted the details that she was good in literature, and she had a mania for literature. As soon I heard that; the mania transferred to me. I too started to love literature. For all those days I had hated that most, mainly because of the grammar which was stressed to us for good English. Even English men would not care much about that.
After some days, I stopped treating him with the chocolates because he started lying to me. I found it because I could conjecture rightly whether a person was lying to me or not. That may be because “One liar knows another liar." I think this axiom exists in the list of proverbs, if not, and then it is worthy enough to be included in the proverb’s lists.
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