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खुशियों का पुल

एक बार दो भाइयों (जय और श्रेय ) के बीच तकरार हो गई। वे दोनों आस- पास के घर में रहते थे और उनके खेत भी ऐसे ही सटे हुए थे। यह 40 साल की खेती में पहली बार गंभीर दरार थी, बिना किसी बाधा के मशीनरी और व्यापारिक श्रम और सामान को साझा करना… फिर ऐसे लंबा सहयोग टूट गया। यह एक छोटी सी गलतफहमी के साथ शुरू हुआ और यह एक बड़े अंतर के रूप में विकसित हुआ और आखिरकार कुछ हफ्तों के मौन के बाद कड़वे शब्दों का आदान-प्रदान हुआ। एक सुबह जय के दरवाजे पर दस्तक हुई।

उसने देखा कि समाने आरी आदि जैसे सामान के साथ एक आदमी खड़ा था। आदमी कहता है”मैं कुछ दिनों के काम की तलाश में हूँ … क्या मैं आपकी सहायता कर सकता हूं?”

“हाँ,” जय ने कहा। “मेरे पास आपके लिए नौकरी है। उस खेत में वह नाली देखो। यह मेरा पड़ोसी है, वास्तव में, यह मेरा छोटा भाई है। पिछले हफ्ते हमारे बीच एक बात को लेकर तकरार हो गई। ठीक है, हो सकता है कि उसने मुझे उकसाने के लिए ऐसा किया हो, लेकिन मैं उसे बेहतर समझूंगा। मैं चाहता हूं कि आप मुझे एक बाड़ – एक 8-फुट बाड़ का निर्माण करें – इसलिए मुझे अब उसकी जगह देखने की जरूरत नहीं है। उसे किसी भी तरह शांत करो।

बढ़ई ने कहा, “मुझे लगता है कि मैं स्थिति को समझता हूं।और मैं आपका काम करने को तैयार हूं।
जय को आपूर्ति के लिए शहर जाना पड़ा, इसलिए उसने बढ़ई को तैयार सामग्री प्राप्त करने में मदद की और फिर वह दिन में रवाना हो गया। बढ़ई ने उस दिन को मापने, काटने में बहुत मेहनत की। सूर्यास्त के बाद जब किसान लौटा, तो बढ़ई ने अपना काम पूरा कर लिया था। किसान की आँखें खुली की खुली रह गईं!

वहां पर कोई बाड़ नहीं थी। यह एक पुल था – नाले के एक तरफ से दूसरी तरफ जाने वाला पुल!

दोनों भाई पुल के प्रत्येक छोर पर खड़े थे, और फिर वे एक-दूसरे का हाथ पकड़ते हुए बीच में मिले। वे बढ़ई को अपने कंधे पर अपने टूलबॉक्स को फहराते हुए देखने लगे। “इंतज़ार नही! कुछ दिन रहें। मैंने आपके लिए कई अन्य परियोजनाएं शुरू की हैं, ” जय ने कहा।
बढ़ई ने कहा, “मुझे रहना पसंद है,” लेकिन, मेरे पास निर्माण के लिए कई और पुल हैं। ”

शिक्षा – नफरत की दीवार बनाने से अच्छा है कि प्यार का पुल बनाया जाए।

अगर आपको कहानी पसंद आई हो तो इसे लाइक , शेयर और सब्सक्राइब करें।

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Bridge of happiness

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart.It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence. One morning there was a knock on Jay’s door.
He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work,” he said. “Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?”

“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence – an 8-foot fence – so I won’t need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow.”
The carpenter said, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the mulfand the post-hole digger and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.”

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A homeless man

Recently Raju had a car accident. So he put his car in the garage to carry out the repair work. Since he had to go to the job daily, he decided that until the car is ready, he will travel by the metro train. One day, he noticed a homeless guy at the train station at night. He felt pity for him, so he gave him some change from his pocket.

The homeless guy thanked him for it. Next day again, he noticed the homeless guy at the same place. This time Raju though to get him something to eat, so he went outside the station and brought him a meal. The homeless guy thanked him for his kindness. But Raju got curious and asked him, “How did you get to this point?”

The homeless guy looked up at him and with a smile, he said, “By giving help.” Raju didn’t understand it, so he asked him, “What do you mean by that?” The homeless guy replied that “Throughout my whole life, I made sure that everyone was happy. No matter what was going right or wrong in my life, I always helped everyone.”

Raju asked him, “Do you regret it?” To which the homeless man replied, “No, It just hurts my soul that the very people I gave the shirt off my back to wouldn’t give me a sleeve of that same shirt when I was in need. Son, It is better to build your own house and invite someone in for shelter than to hand them your bricks while you are building yours. Because one day you will turn around and look at the spot where you had planned to build your house. It will be an empty lot. Then you are the one looking for bricks.”

Raju understood what the homeless guy meant and thanked him for the good advice.

Moral: Helping others is not a bad thing at all. But Sometimes, while we are helping others, we forget our own problems and needs. One must remember that sometimes sharing is better than giving away. You can do a lot more by being in a strong position instead of bringing yourself into a weaker situation.

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एक बेघर आदमी

नमस्कार, पाठकों स्वागत है आपका मेरी ब्लॉग साइट पर और आज मैं आपके लिए लेकर आया हूं एक नई कहानी जिसका शीर्षक है ‘ एक बेघर आदमी ‘

हाल ही में राजू की एक कार दुर्घटना हुई थी। इसलिए उसने मरम्मत का कार्य कराने के लिए कार गैराज में दे दी। चूंकि उसे रोज़ाना नौकरी पर जाना होता था, इसलिए उसने तय किया कि जब तक कार ठीक नहीं हो जाती, तब तक वह मेट्रो ट्रेन से यात्रा करेगा। एक दिन, उसने रात में ट्रेन स्टेशन पर एक बेघर आदमी को देखा। उसे उस पर दया आ गई, इसलिए उसने उसे अपनी जेब से कुछ छुट्टे पैसे दे दिए।

बेघर आदमी ने इसके लिए उसे धन्यवाद दिया। अगले दिन फिर, उसने उसी जगह पर बेघर आदमी को देखा। इस बार राजू ने उसे कुछ खाने के लिए दिया, इसलिए वह स्टेशन के बाहर गया और उसे खाना खिलाया। बेघर आदमी ने उसकी दया के लिए उसे धन्यवाद दिया। लेकिन राजू उत्सुक हो गया और उससे पूछा, “आप इस स्थान पर कैसे पहुंचे?”

बेघर आदमी ने उसे देखा और एक मुस्कुराहट के साथ, उसने कहा, “मदद देकर।” राजू को यह समझ में नहीं आया, इसलिए उसने उससे पूछा, “तुम्हारा क्या मतलब है?” बेघर आदमी ने जवाब दिया कि “मेरे पूरे जीवन के दौरान, मैंने यह सुनिश्चित किया कि हर कोई खुश रहे। कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता कि मेरे जीवन में क्या सही या गलत हो रहा था, मैंने हमेशा सभी की मदद की। ”

राजू ने उससे पूछा, “क्या आपको इसका अफसोस है?” जिस पर बेघर आदमी ने जवाब दिया, “नहीं, यह सिर्फ मेरी आत्मा को चोट पहुँचाता है कि जिन लोगों को मैंने अपनी कमीज़ दी थी, वे मुझे उसी कमीज़ की एक आस्तीन तक नहीं दे पाए जब मुझे ज़रूरत थी।(यह बात उन्होंने उदहारण के तौर पर कही)।

असल में उस आदमी ने अपना घर में एक अनाथ लड़के को शरण दी। वे उस लड़के को अपने घर जब लाए थे तब वह कुछ पंद्रह वर्ष का होगा।उनका अपना कोई पुत्र नहीं था इसलिए उन्होंने उस लड़के को पुत्र के भांति ही प्रेम किया परंतु उसी लड़के ने बड़ा होने पर उन्हें घर से निकाल दिया।

राजू समझ गया कि बेघर आदमी का क्या मतलब है और अच्छी सलाह के लिए उसे धन्यवाद दिया।

शिक्षा: दूसरों की मदद करना कोई बुरी बात नहीं है। लेकिन कभी-कभी, जब हम दूसरों की मदद कर रहे होते हैं, तो हम अपनी समस्याओं और जरूरतों को भूल जाते हैं।

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Try to be good to all

Long ago, there lived a little boy named Gopal. He was a good boy. He was good in his studies, obedient to his parents, more intelligent than many other boys in his class and kind to everyone. Grown-ups as well as those junior to Gopal loved him very much. But that aroused jealousy in many other boys who longed to be as loved as Gopal.

Now there was another boy named Mohan who studied in the same class as Gopal. Unlike Gopal, he was not good at studies and always liked to play during school hours. He misbehaved with his parents and even ill-treated Gopal. He always tried to put Gopal down and belittled him before other kids in the class. But no matter what he did, Gopal’s grades kept getting better and better. Whether in studies or in sports or from his classmates, Gopal kept getting accolades from everywhere.

On his eighth birthday, Goapl got a nice pen as a gift from his parents. He brought it to school so that he could use it to take down the notes of the lectures that the teachers gave in class. This was a very beautiful pen and it could help one write very fast. When Mohan saw it, he was very jealous of Gopal. He asked Gopal,

“Hey, where did you get that? Did you buy it?”

“My parents gave it as a birthday gift to me.” replied Gopal.

Mohan was overwhelmed with anger and jealousy. The bad boy that he was, he rarely got any present from his parents. He decided to steal Gopal’s pen. During recess, when everyone had gone out from the class, Mohan opened Gopal’s bag and took out his pen. Then he hid it inside his bag and went out to have his tiffin.

When Gopal came back and could not find his pen, he informed his class teacher about it. There was a hunt for the missing pen and the class teacher ordered the class monitor to search the bag of every children inside the class. The missing pen was soon found out of Mohan’s bag and the furious teacher asked the errant boy,

“Now Mohan, what do you have to say about it?”

Mohan was in tears. He had nothing to say.

When Gopal saw Mohan cry, he took pity on the boy. The kind boy that he was, he had no ill-feeling against his classmate. He requested his class teacher not to take any action against Mohan, now that his stolen pen was found.

This opened Mohan’s eyes. He could now see what a good boy Gopal was. He asked for forgiveness from his teacher and Gopal. From that day, he became friends with Gopal and gradually changed himself to be as good as Gopal. Everyone began to love Mohan and Gopal was proud of his new friend.

Despite being hurt by Mohan, Gopal gave him back only friendship in return. This is how we should also treat our enemies. Who knows? One day, our behaviour may just change themselves for the better.

Moral: Try not to harm someone even if he harms you , maybe he/she would probably change by your behaviour.

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ह्रदय परिवर्तन

नमस्कार, दोस्तों स्वागत है आपका मेरी ब्लॉग साइट पर आज में आपके लिए लेकर आया हूं एक नई कहानी जिसका शीर्षक है “हृदय परिवर्तन”।

गोपाल नाम का एक छोटा लड़का था। वह एक अच्छा लड़का था। वह अपनी पढ़ाई में अच्छे था, अपने माता-पिता का आज्ञाकारी, अपनी कक्षा के कई अन्य लड़कों की तुलना में अधिक बुद्धिमान और सभी के प्रति दयालु था। वह अपने जूनियर में भी काफी लोकप्रिय था लेकिन वह कई लड़के उससे ईर्ष्या करते थे।

मोहन नाम का एक और लड़का था जो गोपाल की ही कक्षा में पढ़ता था। गोपाल के विपरीत, वह पढ़ाई में अच्छा नहीं था और हमेशा स्कूल के समय खेलना पसंद करता था। उसने अपने माता-पिता के साथ दुर्व्यवहार करता था और गोपाल के साथ भी बुरा व्यवहार करता था। उसने हमेशा गोपाल को नीचे रखने की कोशिश की। लेकिन कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता कि उसने क्या किया, गोपाल के ग्रेड बेहतर और बेहतर होते रहे। चाहे पढ़ाई में हो या खेल में या अपने सहपाठियों से, गोपाल को हर जगह से प्रशंसा मिलती रही।

अपने आठवें जन्मदिन पर, गोपाल को अपने माता-पिता से उपहार के रूप में एक अच्छा पेन मिला। वह इसे स्कूल में लाया ताकि वह इसका उपयोग जरूरी नोट्स लिखने में कर सके जो शिक्षकों ने कक्षा में दिया था। यह एक बहुत ही सुंदर कलम थी और यह बहुत तेजी से लिखने में मदद कर सकती थी। जब मोहन ने देखा, तो उसे गोपाल से बहुत जलन हुई। उसने गोपाल से पूछा,

“अरे, तुम कहाँ थे? क्या तुमने इसे खरीदा?”

“मेरे माता-पिता ने मुझे जन्मदिन का उपहार दिया।” गोपाल ने जवाब दिया।

मोहन क्रोध और ईर्ष्या से अभिभूत था। वह जो बुरा लड़का था, उसे शायद ही अपने माता – पिता से कोई उपहार मिला हो। उसने गोपाल की कलम चुराने का फैसला किया। लंच के दौरान, जब हर कोई कक्षा से बाहर चला गया था, मोहन ने गोपाल का बैग खोला और उसका पेन निकाला। फिर उसने उसे अपने बैग के अंदर छिपा दिया और अपना टिफिन लेकर निकल गया।

जब गोपाल वापस आया और उसे अपनी कलम नहीं मिली, तो उसने अपने कक्षा शिक्षक को इसके बारे में सूचित किया। लापता कलम को ढूंढने के लिए कक्षा शिक्षक ने कक्षा के मॉनिटर को कक्षा के अंदर प्रत्येक बच्चों के बैग की तलाशी करने का आदेश दिया। लापता पेन को जल्द ही मोहन के बैग से पाया गया और उग्र शिक्षक ने गलती करने वाले लड़के से पूछा,

“अब मोहन, आपको इसके बारे में क्या कहना है?”

मोहन की आंखो में आंसू थे। उसके पास कहने को कुछ नहीं था।

जब गोपाल ने मोहन को रोते देखा तो उसे लड़के पर दया आ गई। वह जिस तरह का लड़का था, वह अपने सहपाठी के खिलाफ नहीं था। उसने अपने कक्षा शिक्षक से अनुरोध किया कि वह मोहन के खिलाफ कोई कार्रवाई न करे, अब उसकी चुराई हुई कलम मिल गई।

इससे मोहन की आँखें खुल गईं। वह अब देख सकता था कि गोपाल कितना अच्छा लड़का था। उसने अपने शिक्षक और गोपाल से क्षमा मांगी। उस दिन से, वह गोपाल के साथ दोस्त बन गया और धीरे-धीरे खुद को बदलकर गोपाल के जैसे अच्छा हो गया। सभी लोग मोहन से प्यार करने लगे और गोपाल को अपने नए दोस्त पर गर्व हुआ।

मोहन से आहत होने के बावजूद, गोपाल ने उसे बदले में केवल दोस्ती वापस दे दी। इस तरह से हमें अपने दुश्मनों का भी इलाज करना चाहिए। कौन जाने? एक दिन, हमारा व्यवहार बेहतर के लिए खुद को बदल सकता है।

शिक्षा: यदि कोई आपको नुकसान पहुंचाए , तो बदले में उसे हानि ना पहुंचाए।शायद वह इस व्यवहार से ही बदल जाए।

यदि आपको मेरी कहानी पसंद आई हो तो इसे लाइक, शेयर करें और मेरी ब्लॉग साइट को फॉलो करें ताकि आपको ऐसी ही नई कहानियां सबसे पहले पढ़ने को मिलें।

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Help Never Goes Vain

One day a man saw an old woman, who was stuck on the side of the road, the rain was not stopping and she was standing under a shop. He could see that he needed help. So he opened the gate of his car and came out with an umbrella. When he reached her, his body was trembling with cold.
She was worried. Until the last hour no one stopped to help. There was already cold weather and rain in the upper reaches. He said, “I am here to help you.” Why don’t you wait in that car where you won’t get cold? By the way, my name is Harsh. “
The tire of Harsha’s car was punctured. Now it was just waiting for the rain to stop so that it could be ready in the car.
The old woman started talking to him. She told him that she is from Sector-3 and was only passing by there. She could not thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Harsh just smiled. The woman asked how much he owed. Harsh never thought of taking money from them. He was helping someone in need, and God knows there were many who helped him in the past. He lived his entire life in this way, and it never occurred to him to act in any other way.
She told him that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give the person the help they needed, and Harsh said, “And thinking about me that he helped me.”
He kept waiting until the rain stopped. The old woman walked to her house when the rain stopped. Harsha started hiking the car. It was a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, and he disappeared in the mist. done.
The woman noticed a small cafe just a short distance from the road. She borrowed money to drink tea. There were few people in that cafe. There were two old gas pumps outside. The whole scene was unfamiliar to him. The waiter came and inquired about their order. The lady noticed that the waiter had plaster in one hand. He wondered how he could work with an arm fracture. Then he remembered Harsh.
After the woman finished her meal, paid her with a bill of five hundred. When the waiter saw that the old lady had put five hundred rupees in place of fifty rupees in the bill, she rang after them, but she had gone away. The waiter was surprised why the woman paid so much money. Then he saw a handkerchief on the table with something written on it.
When the waiter read, he had tears in his eyes: “You don’t owe me anything.” Someone helped me once, the way I am helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here’s what you can do, don’t let this chain of help end with you. There are five thousand rupees more under the napkin.
The waiter had several tasks to clean the table, filling sugar bowls, but the waiter gave it the other day. That night when he got home from work and sat in bed, he was thinking about money and what the woman had written. How could the woman know how much money she and her family needed? From next month, the younger brother’s school fees will be difficult… He knew how worried his father was. He said “Father, you know what happened today!” … and then told the whole thing.

The waiter’s father was none other than Harsha who helped the old lady.

Education- Help never goes in vain.

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Effect of Positivity

Readers I have brought a new story for you today titled ‘The Impact of Positivity’. All the characters in this story are fictional.Raju was a man you cannot hate. He was always happy and always positive. When someone asked him how he was, he would reply, “If I could be more positive, I would be twice as good!” He was a unique manager because he had many waiters who accompanied him – from restaurant to restaurant. Used to go The waiters cited the reason for Raju not to leave her. He was a natural motivator. If an employee says that his day is bad today, Raju tells the employee how to see the positive side of the situation.I was really curious to see this style, so one day I went to Raju and asked him, “How can you be a positive person all the time?” Raju replied, “Every morning I get up and say to myself, Raju, you have two choices today. You can choose to be happy or choose to be unhappy. ‘I want to be in a good mood. Whenever something bad happens, I can choose to blame fate or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Whenever someone comes to me to complain, I can choose to accept his complaint or I can choose the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life. ”

“Yes, right, but it is not so easy,” I protested.
“Yes, it is” Raju said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut out all the useless options, there is a positive option in every situation. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your nature. You choose one of good nature or bad nature. It is your choice how you live life. “I did as Raju said. Soon after, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. Our meeting ended, but often thought of it when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Years later, I heard that Raju made a big mistake one day: he left the restaurant’s back door open one morning and was caught at gunpoint by three armed robbers. Trying to open the vault, his hand slipped in panic. The robbers panicked and shot him. Fortunately, some people living in the neighborhood came to hear the sound of the bullet and immediately admitted Raju to a nearby hospital and also called the police. The police reached the spot and started investigating. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Raju was discharged from the hospital. On the other hand, the police came to know the robbers and they were given appropriate punishment.I saw Raju about two months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I can be more positive, I’ll be doubly good!” Want to see my mark? “I refused to see his wounds, but asked him what had come to his mind during the robbery. Raju replied, “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door.” “Then, after being shot, I remembered that I had two options: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I like to live “”Weren’t you afraid?” Have you not lost consciousness? I asked. Raju said, “The doctors were great. They kept telling me that I was going to be fine. But when they walked me to the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I was really scared. In his view, I read, “As if they were thinking whether this man will survive or not.”
“What did you do?” I askedRaju said, “I trusted those doctors and the nurses and chose the option of living and positivity. And the result is in front of you. ”
Raju thanked his doctors for their skills, but I believed it was impossible without his positivity.

Moral – Positivity is very important in life.

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Story to meet pet

Hi, friends welcome back to my blog site. I am here with new story with title’Story to meet pet’ . All characters of this story are fictional.

One day Mohit who was a carpenter and sculptor was finishing touches to wooden statue of a boy. Suddenly he saw that a statue that was laying aside moved. He became somewhat annoyed than thought it would be his misconception due to tiredness.

He thought that how a non-living being can move and walked on to his bedroom to sleep. When he entered in his bedroom he got some noise from hall where he was giving finishing touch to his statue.

Now the situation became more tensed . Now he got more worried and ran back to hall to see what is there. Suddenly he saw a large shadow on his wall. Now,he was shivering from fear.

He took a vase in his hand as weapon to protect himself. He slowly move toward the wall. Suddenly a paw come towards him from backside of statue. Somehow he made himself save from paw and ran outside of the house to call neighbours. He called his neighbours and told them all . They all move into house to see what’s there.

They saw a cat sitting aside the statue.

Mohit took a deep breath after seeing that there is no danger now . He thanked his neighbours who helped him and make decision to make that cat his pet.

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Heartbreaking Incident

Hello readers, welcome to my blog site. Today I am with a new story for you, all the characters are fictional, but this story shows the truth and is related to the true event.

Manohar Lal was watching the news this morning, when he saw a breaking news coming down, it was written in ‘Maharashtra Government massacre’ as well as its broadcast time was 10:05 am. Immediately he saw his eyes on the clock, then it was 9:50 in the morning. Now he started getting curious to know the news. Thought a little channel to look back and forth. What is the news on some other channel?

He looked back and forth on every channel, breaking news of the news was being shown, but on every channel, just one thing, the whole news was still in a while. Manohar Lal thought that now there is no option but to wait for 15 minutes. The news created so much curiosity in his mind that cutting every minute seemed too heavy for him. The bus kept staring at the clock every minute. Well, 15 minutes have passed.

Now the news was seen. On seeing this, Manohar Lal had tears in his eyes. It was shown in the news that ‘Last night in the Palghar village of Maharashtra, a crowd of 200-300 molested 2 old sadhus and their driver by beating them’. Seeing the whole news, it was found that the villagers considered him a thief. The police of the village were also present there, but in front of them, 3 people killed them.

Hearing the news, Manohar Lal’s mind got so distracted that the TV stopped immediately and there was peace all around. Then they started thinking that at this time when there is a lockdown, the gathering of such a crowd would surprise them, how is it possible that the second thing to consider was that such an incident does not seem possible through the police, the third thing they noticed Did that the video was shown in the news in which a police man was going to take one of them and capture him, and the crowd of people caught him. Manohar Lal had been a detective by profession, so it was natural to think so and this picture can force a common man to think the same.

But Manohar Lal was very shocked by this incident that he was folding his hands in front of the sage crowd but people showed no mercy to him. He got very angry at such a mistake of the crowd. They started thinking that now the crowd is giving it the name of mistake but those 3 persons died. He felt that at the same time, the crowd should be asked whether, now accepting the mistake will bring back their lives. Manohar Lal kept a 2-minute silence for those 3 persons, then became mourned.

Readers, I think you must have been very sad to read this story and get angry at such crowd and police. I would request you guys to keep two minutes silent for the peace of the souls of those dead once before giving this story a liking. My only wish is that the accused of this incident should be given a severe punishment so that no one can even think of doing it next time.

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