KHUSHI
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Ongoing, First published Dec 26, 2018
Once upon a time a Boy was playing Football on his roof and he hit the ball so hard that it went on the road.....
When he went downstairs in search of his football, he was not able to find his ball.... He saw that the ball was taken by vegetable seller's son...
 
The boy went toward him and scolded him and his father too and took away his ball..... The vegetable seller asked his son to apologize him.... The vegetable seller said the boy that "bhaiyji please isse maaf krdo ye aage se aisa ni krega"... The boy took his ball and went home.
 
When he reached home, he went to his bedroom and took 1500 Rs from his pocket money and purchased a new football.....
 
The next day when he went to buy vegetables, he took the vegetable from the seller and gave him the parcel which was wrapped in return.... The seller asked his son to open the parcel for him and when the son opened the parcel he got a new football  and the son hugged the boy and thanked him.....
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