okayy. so here's my story.

there was once a man who lived in this village. Apparently, the village that he lived in was just like any village anywhere. just that maybe, it was slightly safer, and slightly more peaceful as compared to other villages.

this man, he's profession was to do absolutely anything to earn himself a penny worth of living. this man, had two friends. there were supposedly his closet and most bosom friends. one was a judge, and the other was a banker. it was actually a wonder as to how people with so different background could have ended up as really close friends.

Now, this village isn't perfect, just as all other villages, they weren'perfect either. there was a beggar that lives at the corner of the street, and this beggar, was the imperfect part of the village.

being a man with wealth and status, the judge could not stand the sight of the beggar. and everyday when he watched the beggar going around to meet his days needs. he couldnt stand the sickening sight of the beggar, and he couldn't stand the way the beggar did his actions and the way he spoke. he just felt that this beggar was really the most irritating, and sickening, and pissifying imperfect thing in the village. and the sight of him, seriously puts him off. just like his title, the judge, judged the beggar.

the banker on the other hand, had more knowledge then the judge about what other villages were like as he had seen much more as compared to the judge. but after years of being a banker, the banker saw nothing but money and politics in his eyes. foolishly, the banker agreed with the judge and discriminate the beggar. everyday, the poor beggar had to torment all the pain and suffering hurled by insultive remarks and comments. just like all bankers, he saw nothing but politic and money in his eyes.

similarly, the man was also under the influence. however one day, this man walked into a shop that sold mirrors. the reason as to why he wanted to purchase a new mirror was because he was most unsatisfied with his mirror at home. recently, he began to realise that as he stared into the mirror, he could see every single person very cleary, except himself. he could see their differences and their weak points.

but as he browsed through all the mirrors in the shop, he still could not find any one mirror that was supposedly 'functioning as a normal mirror'getting fed up, he shouted for the shop owner and demanded an explanation. an old lady throbbled up behind him and asked politely what the problem was. the man repeated his problem to her and she stared hard into his eyes. after hearing what the man said, she laughed and said. how can you see yourself when you already think that you are perfect? what you see are only the imperfect in your life. my.how selfish can one get.

shocked and taken aback, the man pondered over this issue for a few days and realised that he was all along wrong in judging the beggar and finding faults of the beggar. since then, he wondered and wondered how to tell his friends, (the judge and banker) about this issue, that they should accept the fact that people are flawed. and that people too , like ourselves, are imperfect. how could you expect and asked a person to be perfect just because you think that he is not perfect, when you yourself is not perfect?

however he did not know how to tell.

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ok..shall con my story another day. too tired now.