Karma Author : MAANYA MUKESH MEHTA

 Karma

Author : MAANYA MUKESH MEHTA

Karma

Once upon a time in a village lived a fisherman named Kalu. He was a kind, honest and loyal man. Once while coming back to home with the fishes a man came to him and took his fishes and went. The man’s name was Raghu. Raghu went home with the fishes. Out of 7 fishes one fish was alive. He did not realize that and started cooking. While cooking he was cooking the fish bit him on his finger. He immediately ran to the doctor.

The doctor told that as the fish bit his hand his finger got swollen so he had to wrap his finger with the band. He told him to come back next week. After a week he came, and the doctor told that as the fish bit his finger the effect reached till his whole hand so he wrapped his hand with the band. He told to visit him again after a week. He came back to the doctor and he said that now the effect has reached till the elbow. So, the doctor suggested to cut his hand till the elbow. Raghu agreed and cut his hand till the elbow. The doctor asked him a question that did he hurt someone? Raghu said that he just snatched the 7 fishes from a fisher man. The doctor told him to straight away go to the fisherman and apologize from his mistake.

He went to the fisherman and apologized for his mistake. Raghu asked Kalu that what did he do after he snatched the fishes and went. Kalu told that he just prayed to god that ‘This time he showed his bravery so give him such a punishment that he comes back to me and apologize for his mistake.


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