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Motilal was a hawker at Kasturi railway station. He was a hard-working man. It was high time to get his eldest daughter, Anita married. Motilal had no savings so, he robbed. Guilt overtook him with fear. On the day of marriage, police arrested Motilal. He wanted to die there in shame, he yelled. His son-in-law held his hand and assured that he will marry Anita and get him bailed soon and that he still respected him. Motilal was touched, in tears. Dad, “Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.”said Raghav. Motilal blessed him.

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  1. Robbery is never a solution. All you do is ruin two people's lives.

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