A Game of Chance – Inspirational Stories

A Game of Chance - Inspirational Stories

Every year on Eid’s occasion, there was a fair in our village. Eid was celebrated only on one day but the fair went away
Many days All types of goods came to sell to distant traders. Can buy anything from you
Small pin for a big buffalo

Uncle took me in the fair. Brother, who worked for us at home, came with us There was a large crowd in the fair. uncle
He was leading us through the crowd when he met some of his friends. They needed him to invest some energy with them..

Uncle asked me if I would like to see around the fair with my brother till I come back. I was happy to do this.
Uncle warned me that neither to buy anything nor to go too far while away. I had guaranteed that I would sit tight for him..

Brother and I went to the shop from the store. There were many things I liked to buy, but I waited for Uncle
Return Then we were called a lucky shop. The shopkeeper was neither young nor old. The man was a middle-aged man.

He was neither very smart nor lazy. He wanted everyone to try their luck. The disk in the table was a disk with numbers from one to ten.  

A Game of Chance

All you had to do was pay 50 paise, pick up any six discs, add numbers to the disk and mix the whole. The article marked with that number was yours.

An elderly person paid 50 paise and chose six circles. He added numbers on them and got the total
Was 15 years old. He was given a 15-year article, which was a beautiful watch. But the old man did not want to watch.

The shopkeeper forced him to buy back for 15 rupees. The old man went very happy.                       

Then a boy, I tried a little bigger than him, his fate. He got a comb of 25 pounds. The shopkeeper was neither happy nor
Nor sad, he bought a comb for 25 paise from the boy. The boy again tried his luck.

Now they got a fountain of three counts counties. Then he tried for the third time and got a wristwatch for 25 rupees. When he tried again, he got a table lamp more than 10 rupees.

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The boy was happy and went with a smile and a good deal of cash.

He also wanted to try my luck. I saw the brother He encouraged me. I paid 50 paise and took six discs. He was lucky
Not very good I got two pencils.

The shopkeeper bought them for 25 paise. I tried again This time I got a bottle of ink, low value too. The shopkeeper also bought for 25 paise.

I took a chance for the third time. Even then, luck was not with me. I was hoping to win a great prize and trying to try my luck every time I paid 50 paise.

But every time I got a spinning Finally, I was left with only 25 paise. Then the shopkeeper showed his kindness He said that I can play with 25 paise once or else I can organize the account.

I played again and the last 25 paise likewise vanished.. People were looking at me. Some were laughing at my bad fortune, but no one showed sympathy.

Brother and I went to the place where the uncle had left us and was waiting to return. At present, she came. He looked at me and said, “Rashid, you are upset. What is the matter?”

I did not say anything. Brother told him what had happened. Uncle was neither angry nor sad. He smiled and pushed me. He took me in a shop and bought me a beautiful umbrella, biscuits and sweets and some other small gifts.

Then we returned home. Back home, Uncle told me that the lucky shopman had fooled me.

“No, uncle,” I said, “It was just my misfortune.” “No, my boys,” Uncle said, “It was neither good luck nor bad luck.” “But, Uncle,” I said, “I was getting an old man to watch and a boy got two or three expensive things.”

Uncle said, “You do not know, kid,” they were all friends of the shopkeeper.

They were making a move to woo you to try your luck. They wanted your money and got them. Now forget about it, and do not tell anyone of your bad luck or your stupidity. “

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