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Giving Advice to Fools

Everyday I used to cross Bashabo foot over bridge to go to my collge.

I used to meet a young boy who was always
sit on the relling of the bridge straching his two legs in the open air.

One day I approached to him and said, If you continue like that might be may fall down from here. Even the train can crash you. You must be dead."

He became so angry with me. He shouted on my face. " How dare you tell me what to do,?" Shouted the boy.

I told him, "sorry it's my fault to give you good advice. Whatever take care yourself."

The following day while I was crossing the bridge as usual. I noticed there were lots of people gathered surrounding that area. I was worried what's happened there?
Very rapidly I reached there to see what's happened. After a while I could find out that there was an accident. The boy I always used to see sitting on the relling of the bridge, he was fallen from the bridge and was cut off by the train. He was taken to hospital. But doctor declared he was dead.

I thought myself, " Fools never value good advice, It's better not to advice them."


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