here is another part fren..i m happy that u ppl like it..i m into others too...but there are tons of works in my office..i complete it and post it...till then enjoy this one..here is continuation from above... ************************************ Those were 'Tintin' comic strip. I really liked those over those Hindi comics. But later I found out that that would cost far lot more than Hindi ones, and those I couldn't even dream of? Back at school, there was strange craze for Hindi comics. And my mind was set back in willingness to buy my own Hindi comic book. "Mom, Can you give me 10 rupees?" I requested. "What for??" She wanted reasons. "Nothing, I just need it." I didn't want to say reasons. "No money without reason." Topic was closed. "Will you give it to me if I tell you reason??" I tried once again. "Okay. If reason if validated." She replied. "To buy comics." I explained. "What??" She looked surprised. "Comics are not for you. Comics will fry your brain with worst imaginary things. And eats up your valuable time for study?and blah blah blah?."She made it clear for me. Now with my only source of income closed, I had to find another way to buy comics. I had noticed that bag when searching for something at cupboard. It was the bag where my dad used to put the donation he has collected for his party. I was afraid to touch that bag before, but now my need has become awesome, and I have to gather my guts to invade that bag. I had done small time theft of 2-3 rupees before from the drawers, below pillows and other places where money was put carelessly. But 20 rupees was big one for me and I didn't know other way to make money. That day nobody was home. I made my plan and went to my parent's room for invasion. There it was, my target, I went ahead and took 20 rupees out of it in 2 rupees changes. I put the bag inside and closed the cupboard. Completing the mission I turned back. "Abbuii?(Whoa)" I was scared to death. Silly me I had forgotten to lock the door. She was standing right behind me. "Why did you take money??" She asked. "It's my dad's and I can take anything of his?" I didn't know what else to say. "You are a thief." She caught me red handed. "No, I am not." I tried to protect myself. "I will tell your dad." She threatened me. I was scared to death of being beaten. I didn't know what else to do. "I will give you half." I tried to lure her. "I won't take it, I am not thief." She rejected. Scared to death I was of being beaten, I grabbed her and threatened. "If you tell this to my mom and dad, I won't marry you and more than that if they beat me, I will be dead." She looked vague and pale hearing my words. (I sure owe heartfelt sorry of telling that to her?I am Sorry?if you are reading this somewhere out there) I was bit relieved and sure that my secret will be buried forever. I was afraid at the same time. I don't know about others but that day, in some way, communist party has given me equality. The money (although I have stolen that) from their donation helped me stand on equal foot with my classmates, I can own my own comic now. ************************************