Sow Your Sin, Reap Your Award (standard:Inspirational stories, 3023 words)
Author: Ashwini Ahuja	Added: Mar 18 2007	Views/Reads: 3408/2368	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
You can not expect good in your life if you cheat innocent people.As you sow so shall you reap.

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said. The boys stared at him with amazement, unable to understand why 
he is curious to see him. “You mean- you want to see Ramu Bechara, 
sir?” The other boy grinned showing his yellow teeth. “Yes- yes- yes” 
My friends thrilled. “Sir, he is away to Ramkot village, his mother has 
died” “Mother has died” My friend stunned, shocked. “Did mother live in 
village?” “No, sir, she had gone to see her sister in village where she 
died” My friend felt bad for his family's tragedy. “How it happened?” 
My friend enquired about it. The boys told that it was a heart attack. 
“Heart attack?” My friend was really shocked but lust in his mind for 
Pinkie was up. Up, up, up. Could he directly enquire about her from 
boys? No, no, no. He buzzed another question before coming to Pinkie. 
“Has all the family and relatives gone to village to attend the 
funeral?” “Funeral is solemnized and they've rush back” They uttered in 
unison. “Pinkie?” My friend could not have controlled his passion for 
his sister. “She has also come back home” Instantly, a cunning thought 
gripped my friend not to miss the chance to meet her alone immediately 
to demonstrate sympathy. It was the good occasion to impress her and 
enjoy the luxurious beauty of her full bosoms. Ostensibly, my friend 
was upset due to the death of her mother but in fact, he had nothing to 
do with their tragedy. Unkind fellow. He had grown mad for amorous 
conversation with Pinkie. He, while visiting her home, pondered again 
and again how he should start the conversation with the girl? Should he 
call her sweetheart or darling etc, etc? My friend paced up 
fast...faster and with in minutes got to her single room home. Sad, 
sad, sad. Room was locked. My friend disappointed, falling his heart 
into pieces. Pinkie, Pinkie, where are you, sweetheart? Where're you, 
darling? Next day, my friend went for college in time to take class as 
usual and spotted Ram Lal loitering there. Surprised. What is he doing 
here? Ramu Bechara, Ramu Bechara, Ramu Bechara. What're you doing here, 
idiot? Where was your sister, yesterday? Pinkie? Why've you come back 
from your village so early? Let me see your sister alone. Seeing my 
friend, Ram Lal lumbered towards him. Crestfallen face and sepulchral 
mood made Rahul startled. Indeed, my friend did not want his emergence 
in college because he hid everything from Simran about him or his 
sister. The loss of mother seemed terribly had befallen on him. My 
friend met Ramu at the college gate hesitatingly in the presence of 
students. Simran looked at professor Rahul meeting with the petty lad 
but she did not interfere in their conversation. “Ram Lal, how are 
you?” My friend asked. “Bad sir.” He replied briefly and painfully. 
“Sir, I have lost my mother.” He then added. My friend knew that he had 
lost his mother. “I am extremely sad for it?” My friend winced 
feignedly. Ram Lal laughed gloomily. Pain in his eyes was evident. 
“Sir, I'm free now. So I am happy a lot” He said sobbingly. Then, my 
friend scolded him. “Are you happy on being losing your mother? 
Insolent?” Then Ram Lal expressed his pain not to make her medical 
treatment due to his poverty to my friend. My friend moved to tears to 
listen to his account of pain. “Sir, I don't lie to you- mother was a 
big burden on me. The money I'd gathered the years had spent on her 
ailment. And I'd taken huge advance from mill manager also. Now- the 
condition was so worsening that I was unable to pay off the debt” No 
problem, no problem, no problem. My friend promised him he might help 
him to pay off their debt. Sure, he would give him money. Should he 
give him money, now? No, no, no. He would give him in the presence 
Pinkie. Does money matter to him for Pinkie- her silky body? My friend 
was a cynic. He was of the opinion that how could a capitalist lent 
money to his petty employee without purpose? Purpose was evident- 
Pinkie. “Did Pinkie work in mill ever?” Rahul asked. “Yes sir, one time 
she was in account branch” He answered proudly. My friend was aware 
that account branch of that mill was private chamber of the manager 
where workers, except the supervisors, were not allowed to enter. They 
must have enjoyed with her, my friend construed. Then, my friend 
watched Simran approaching him. She was surprised and curious to know 
the contents of his conversation with a low worth lad. My friend then, 
in a jiffy, motioned Ram Lal to go off. On being asked, professor Rahul 
unfolded the sad new of his mother's death. Simran shattered to bones 
hearing the sad news. Taking his both hands in her, she emotionally 
said. “You are so caring for poor people, professor?” “I want the boy 
to get further study in school” Professor Rahul moved to tears. This 
time, real tears. “Great, great- you're a great professor” And she 
pressed his hands in warmth. Next day, my friend met Ram Lal in his 
home offering him his admission in school to complete his graduation 
which was his father's wish. “Livelihood?” “No problem, you leave your 
factory job. I shall give job to Pinkie in my home” “Really, sir” He 
collapsed into my friend's arms with reverence for him. Understanding 
his thankful gestures, Rahul gave him two notes of hundred rupees 
denominations. The very evening, Ram Lal praised of my friend to 
Pinkie. When my friend approached her to demonstrate sympathy for their 
dead mother, she greeted him carefully with folding hands. She was 
sitting squatted on floor carpet but she offered my friend a chair. My 
friend talked less on the death of her mother, stared at her body more. 
Pinkie studied my friend's gazes and smiled. “You're rich, sahib. We're 
poor” Then my friend gave her two notes of hundred rupees denominations 
and promised he would help her brother seeking admission in school. “If 
you need extra money, come to my home” Finally, my friend dared to 
offer her- “I shall give you what you need...dar...ling...” Pinkie's 
little smile assured him her early trip to his home. She wanted more 
money and my friend was enthusiastic to give her. A week later, my 
friend gave Ram Lal- a set of 11th standard books. At his home, he also 
met Pinkie. “Why you didn't come to my home, so far?” Rahul complained. 
Pinkie apologetically answered that she could not find proper time to 
reach his home. Tactfully, my friend gave her hundred rupee note. 
“Might you find some time today for me?” She smiled gripping the note 
into her fingers. “Promise, promise, promise” And she sprawled her 
hands onto my friend's hands.  My friend pressed her hands. Glimpsing 
into her eyes, he said. “I care for you. Don't ever be worried” Then my 
friend encircled his arms around her shoulders and pressed her into 
him. She smiled shyly. The girl fulfilled her promise. She visited his 
home evening. Alone. She was formally decked up as if a newly wed. My 
friend welcomed her wholeheartedly as if princess Diana was coming to 
his home. With a bout of passion, she embraced my friend tightly. My 
friend fondled her and straight led to her his bedroom. He did what he 
wanted to do. After satisfaction in full, he gave her some notes. 
Pinkie immediately inserted them into her pocket. “Thank you, sahib” 
She flashed a good cheer. My friend patted her cheeks. She delighted. 
My friend moved forwards to her lips. “No, no, no” “Do you dislike my 
kissing you?” “No, no, no” And she waved off. Pinkie was delighted- not 
because she had earned sufficient money. She was happy because, his 
brother had restarted his study. My friend every so often visited 
Pinkie in the absence of her brother. She did not resist his visit 
ever. Ramu was studying, she was thrilled. And that was enough to make 
her ecstatic. Rahul's benevolence had impressed Simran. She began to 
take much interest in him. She could never think of his liaison with 
Pinkie. “I'll talk to papa about us, professor?” Oneday, she spoke to 
my friend with a gush of emotions. “Sure, you must do, babe” My friend 
deliberately addressed her babe because it comforted her a lot. Then 
she began to thump over his chest and pulled out hairs. “You cruel! 
Rascal!!” Pinkie wanted his brother to get admission in CBSE private 
school because private schools offered good education. My friend was 
also sincere getting his admission in a good school. He had talked to 
two three principals to CBSE schools. They were ready to take the boy 
in but donation insisted by them seemingly beyond the reach of my 
friend. However, in due course, a small school principal condescended 
for a little contribution and within days Ram Lal was ceremoniously 
admitted to CBSE School in 11th standard. Pinkie was elated to have her 
brother in school. Miss Simran too had been with my friend at the time 
of admission. She was surprised (in fact impressed) why my friend had 
been stupidly (in fact, generously) squandered (in fact, bestowed) his 
hard-earned money on petty (in fact, needy) people. But his nobility 
strengthened her resolve to get married to him happily. Principal was a 
humorous man. Despite knowing Rahul was a lecturer in college and 
helping the boy getting admission in school, he asked. “Sir, is he your 
brother?” “No.” “Humanitarian ground?” He looked at my friend 
derisively. My friend nodded mechanically. “Oh, so nice of you, 
professor” Echoed, he looking at both ladies. “Colleagues?” My friend 
looked at Simran and nodded. Did he know my friend's relations with 
Pinkie? My friend was worried. Looking into Pinkie, he said. “She is my 
sister” It staggered Pinkie. Principal stared full at sister then went 
close to window pulling the heavy curtains apart. After completing the 
admission procedures happily, my friend paid annual fees. Ram Lal and 
Pinkie- both were overwhelmed with his benevolence. They surprised my 
friend when they both together touched his feet reverentially. “Sir, 
you are our God like” They whispered emotionally. “You are my reverent 
gentleman, sahib. A complete great man ever since I saw” Pinkie pressed 
my friend's both hands. Rahul hugged both in warmth. Sister, sister, 
sister. From that day on, he decided that he would never touch her 
body. Should a poor and innocent girl be molested ever? No, no, no. She 
might be my sister now. Her body is not made for me. Sister, sister, 
sister. What is the meaning of promoting illicit relationships with 
mismatched girl? Confusion, confusion, confusion. My friend was utterly 
confused. Weeks drifted on, my friend did not visit her home. Nor he 
met Ram Lal. Simran might be his match, he mused. Months later, all of 
a sudden, then Pinkie appeared my friend's home. Glum onto her face 
made my friend saddened. “Sahib, now why don't you call me your home?” 
She embraced my friend tightly. My friend did not answer. She kissed my 
friend. “Sahib, I am in trouble these days” My friend surprised and 
asked the reason sisteringly. “I'm pregnant” She revealed. The news 
dumbfounded my friend. “Pregnant? Pregnant? Who made you pregnant” He 
broke out. “You- you- you” She voiced barefacedly. “No problem, I shall 
take you to gynaecologist” My friend held his breath comforting her. He 
began to shiver as if in colossal horror. “No- no- no. I would not go 
to gynaecologist” “Why? Why? Why?” My friend yelled in frustration and 
tossed one thousand rupees- ten notes of hundred denominations- in 
front of her. “No, sahib. I need not your money. You're my gentleman, I 
revere you, sir” My friend shook, realized as if someone slapped onto 
his mouth. “What you want out of me, now?” His voice stuck to throat in 
depression. “I desire my motherhood to be gratified. I want to give 
birth this- your baby, sahib” The words- ‘your baby' made my friend 
wordless. “Sahib, please give me some place in your home” She begged. 
“No, no, no” My friend cried...cried. She laughed and embraced my 
friend. “Gentleman, please, please; don't compel me reveal your ways to 
everyone. My friend horrified. He had looked at her face pitilessly- I 
know- his sister is also corrupt, a rogue of retribution- and he patted 
on her back sisteringly. 


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