Story of Sathya
“Dad, why did you give money to the Police officer?” I asked.
“He is my childhood friend and he is poor.”
“Riding on a wrong road earned you a friend!” I said, “I wonder how many friends you must be having.”
“He is not my friend da!”
“You seem to taking too much Uturns, dad!”

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