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Chapter 7: God Is the Business of the Priest

My father had a very beautiful clothes shop, and this man was a rich man, and he used to purchase huge amounts for his family, relatives, friends. He was a very generous man. His problem was just being boring.

So my father said, “I have to suffer all the boredom because he is my best customer and I cannot lose him.”

I said, “That is your problem, that is not my problem. So you are lying because he is your best customer, and I am going to say this to him.”

He said, “Wait!”

I said, “I cannot wait because he must be told immediately that you go on suffering all his boring talk just because he is a good customer. And you will have to give me some reward!”

He said, “You are so difficult. You are destroying my best customer. And I will have to give you a reward too. Just don’t do it.”

But I did it. And I got two rewards, one from that boring man because I told him, “Truth should always be rewarded, so just give me some reward because I am destroying one of my father’s best customers.”

He hugged me and he gave me two rupees. And I said, “Remember, don’t stop buying from my father’s shop, but don’t bore him either. If you want to talk, you can talk to the walls, to the trees. The whole world is available. You can just close your room and you can talk to yourself. And you will be bored.”

And I told my father, “Don’t be worried. Look! I have got one rupee from you, I have got two rupees from your customer. You owe me, you should give me, one more rupee because I have told the truth again. But don’t be worried. I have made him a better customer and he will never bore you again. He has promised me.”

My father said, “You have done a miracle!” because since that day that man never came, or even if he did come he would stay just for one or two minutes to say hello and he would go away. And he continued to purchase from my father’s shop.

And he said to my father, “It is because of your son that I continue. Otherwise I would have felt wounded, but that little boy managed both things. He stopped me boring you and he asked me, requested me, not to stop shopping from his father’s shop. ‘He depends on you.’ And he got two rupees from me and he was saying such a shocking thing to me. Nobody has ever dared to tell me that I am a boring man” - because he was the richest man in the village. Everybody was connected with him in some way. People had borrowed money from him, people had borrowed lands from him to work on. He was the richest man and the biggest landowner in that village. Everybody was obliged to him somehow or other, so nobody was able to say to him that he was boring.

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