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He looked at the bunch of currency lying in the table ahead. It must be worth atleast Rs.50,000 he thought. And a smile spread across his rumpled face. His day was made. He looked into the mirror and saw a weak cadaveric face that showed no signs of any compunction. I am a thief! I should be ashamed! My dad would be ashamed of me!

Gone were the days when he used to be a normal middle class guy who had no issues in his life. But things have changed a lot since then. His father met up with an accident and they had to spend so much on surgery only to face his death in the end. All the money was consumed and he was left to find some way to earn money. With two younger sisters to support, he wasn’t doing well in the mechanic shop, the only place he could find a job. He needed atleast Rs.100 everyday to make ends meet. He started his ‘career’ when his boss left the shop with him for a day. He looted all the money he could and ran. Ran like a mad animal that had seen it’s only prey for the day. He ran…

Here he was. The journey has been smooth so far. He looted from petty shops, supermarkets, settled families, anywhere he could. But today’s was the biggest loot of all. This will solve all my problems! Atleast for now. Today’s was well planned. He knew from the hung banana trees and lights that the Kandar’s family was arranging some funtion. He hid himself behind the house at sunset. And waited for his chance. The bedroom light went off, for dinner probably. He silently climbed into the window of the room and looked around for the locker. To his luck, he found the money lying in the table only. It was his day…

He took the lump of money and put it into his pocket. Suddenly he heard some voices. It was more than a voice. Somebody was shouting. He swiflty hid himself behind the cupboard. Still he was able to hear the conversation.
“What nonsense? Already I have spent so much for this marriage! Why the hell is he wanting a bike all of a sudden?” a stern crisp loud voice of a male.
“Sssh. Please reduce the volume. He says he will marry Suhal only if we give him a new bike. And he is very adamant on that. Seems his friends have provoked him. We cant help it” a female voice probably Mrs.Kandar.
“But we have only 60,000 left! I had to borrow that amount also. We’ll be a doomed before this ends” Mr.Kandar almost in the state of breaking down.
“Please get him one. Our daughter’s wedding is more important. We had to search so long to find this groom. Don’t leave him. We’ll adjust somehow ” was the assuring reply.

Meanwhile the thief was looking at the lump in his pocket. So 60,000!! He then looked around the room. It wasn’t whitewashed for years and the furniture was pretty old too. The room clearly depicted the Kandar’s state of living. He made a decision. He took the money from his pocket, took out one hundred-rupee note and kept the rest in the table. The pen lying on the table was lifted and he wrote “Best wishes” on the note lying on top of the bunch. He jumped out of the room, and started running. Started running with all his might for he was happy today. He had shown that he too had a heart after all. He ran thinking which house next?

Note: This idea is entirely not mine. Have seen a similar scene in one of the Tamil movies.