THE THEIF'S STORY- ENGLISH STORY PART-1

THE THEIF'S STORY

i was still a theif when i met anil and though i was only fifteen, i was an experienced and fairly sucesseful hand.

anil was watching a wrestling match when i approached him. he was about twenty five a tall lean fellow and he looked easy going, kind and simple enough for my purpose. i was sure i would be able to win the young man's confidence. "you look a bit of a wrestler yourself; i said. a little flattry helps in making friends. so do you he replied, which put me off for a moment because at that time i was rather thin. i say im wrestler.
whats your name? hari singh i lied. 
after the intro, he said hello agai9n. i gave him smile and i say i want to work for you ,but i can't pay you. i thought that over for a minute. perhaps i had misjudged man, i asked" can you cook for me?" 

i can cook, i lied if you can cook, then may be i can feed you. he took me to his room over the sweet shop and told me i could sleep on the balcony. but the meal i cooked that night must have been terrible because anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be off. but i just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way and he couldn't help laughing.
later, he patted me on the head and said, never mind , he'd teach me to cook. he also taught me to write my name and said, he would soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. i was grateful. i knew that once i could write like an eduacted man there would be no limit to what i could achieve.
it was quite pleasant working for anil. i made the sea in the morning and then would take my time buying the day's supplies, usually making a profit of about a rupee a day.l i think he knew i made a  little money this way but he did not seem to mind.

to be continued