The good bakery

The   GOOD    Bakery

            This the story of a man who was born in a poor family in Mumbai ( a    rich city of India ).

            Once upon a time there lived a poor family in Mumbai. The family was very poor and could not buy anything. There clothes were torn   ,   there shoes were not in a proper order. Even there was not enough money to buy food. They would   beg   for food in every stall   near their small hut. The owners of the   stall   would   laugh at them. The poor family   waited   so   much   to see whether   a   rich family could give them enough money.  They   would   go   to   the   people and   cheat   them   and grab money   from   them. They   would   say that   they would be their  labours . And they   would take money in advance and work   just   two or three days and then escape. But   this luck   was   their     with them   only    for a few days. Soon   they gave   birth   to a   child with their robbed money. The life of the poor family became   more difficult with   the   extra   person. Soon the whole   street and near   places got   information that they were cheaters   . Soon their child became big. His mind was not like their   parent’s mind   . He   wanted to work hard and earn   enough    money. The child loved   cooking   a   lot. He learnt about

variety      of  things  to  cook. He would go to a free membership library and read about   cookery. He soon kept a very small food stall. Actually he sold   there many food items like Chinese   , Japanese etc. The food stall   was really a   grand success to him. Many people came there to eat. So with that hard earned money he opened a bakery. This bakery became   one of the famous bakeries at that time. Near by bakery owners would   become jealous of him  .  Many people commented that the bakery was good so he named the bakery as ‘Good Bakery’. His parents were very ashamed seeing him. His parents got a very nice lesson. So if you work hard even a poor person can become.

Theme of the story – luck is like a guest to us. But hard work is like a friend to us. A guest may be our close person only for a few days but a friend is a close   person to us for the whole life. So everybody work hard.