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A young boy makes friends with Anil.
Anil trusts him completely and employs
him. Does the boy betray his trust?
The Thief's Story
2
READ AND FIND OUT
• Who does ‘I’ refer to in this story?
• What is he “a fairly successful hand” at?
• What does he get from Anil in return for his work?
I WAS still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an
experienced and fairly successful hand.
Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He
was about 25 — a tall, lean fellow — and he looked easy-going, kind
and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn’t had much luck of late and
thought I might be able to get into the young man’s confidence.
“You look a bit of a wrestler yourself,” I said. A little flattery helps
in making friends.
“So do you,” he replied, which put me off for a moment because at
that time I was rather thin.
“Well,” I said modestly, “I do wrestle a bit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Hari Singh,” I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me
ahead of the police and my former employers.
After this introduction, Anil talked about the well-oiled wrestlers
who were grunting, lifting and throwing each other about. I didn’t
have much to say. Anil walked away. I followed casually.
“Hello again,” he said.
I gave him my most appealing smile. “I want to work for you,” I said.
“But I can’t pay you.”
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A young boy makes friends with Anil.
Anil trusts him completely and employs
him. Does the boy betray his trust?
The Thief's Story
2
READ AND FIND OUT
• Who does ‘I’ refer to in this story?
• What is he “a fairly successful hand” at?
• What does he get from Anil in return for his work?
I WAS still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an
experienced and fairly successful hand.
Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He
was about 25 — a tall, lean fellow — and he looked easy-going, kind
and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn’t had much luck of late and
thought I might be able to get into the young man’s confidence.
“You look a bit of a wrestler yourself,” I said. A little flattery helps
in making friends.
“So do you,” he replied, which put me off for a moment because at
that time I was rather thin.
“Well,” I said modestly, “I do wrestle a bit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Hari Singh,” I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me
ahead of the police and my former employers.
After this introduction, Anil talked about the well-oiled wrestlers
who were grunting, lifting and throwing each other about. I didn’t
have much to say. Anil walked away. I followed casually.
“Hello again,” he said.
I gave him my most appealing smile. “I want to work for you,” I said.
“But I can’t pay you.”
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I thought that over for a minute. Perhaps I had misjudged my man.
I asked, “Can you feed me?”
“Can you cook?”
“I can cook,” I lied again.
“If you can cook, then may be I can feed you.”
He took me to his room over the Jumna Sweet Shop and told me I
could sleep on the balcony. But the meal I cooked that night must
have been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be
off. But I just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way, and he
couldn’t help laughing.
Later, he patted me on the head and said never mind, he’d teach
me to cook. He also taught me to write my name and said he would
soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. I was
grateful. I knew that once I could write like an educated man there
would be no limit to what I could achieve.
It was quite pleasant working for Anil. I made the tea in the morning
and then would take my time buying the day’s supplies, usually making
a profit of about a rupee a day. I think he knew I made a little money
this way but he did not seem to mind.
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A young boy makes friends with Anil.
Anil trusts him completely and employs
him. Does the boy betray his trust?
The Thief's Story
2
READ AND FIND OUT
• Who does ‘I’ refer to in this story?
• What is he “a fairly successful hand” at?
• What does he get from Anil in return for his work?
I WAS still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an
experienced and fairly successful hand.
Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He
was about 25 — a tall, lean fellow — and he looked easy-going, kind
and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn’t had much luck of late and
thought I might be able to get into the young man’s confidence.
“You look a bit of a wrestler yourself,” I said. A little flattery helps
in making friends.
“So do you,” he replied, which put me off for a moment because at
that time I was rather thin.
“Well,” I said modestly, “I do wrestle a bit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Hari Singh,” I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me
ahead of the police and my former employers.
After this introduction, Anil talked about the well-oiled wrestlers
who were grunting, lifting and throwing each other about. I didn’t
have much to say. Anil walked away. I followed casually.
“Hello again,” he said.
I gave him my most appealing smile. “I want to work for you,” I said.
“But I can’t pay you.”
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I thought that over for a minute. Perhaps I had misjudged my man.
I asked, “Can you feed me?”
“Can you cook?”
“I can cook,” I lied again.
“If you can cook, then may be I can feed you.”
He took me to his room over the Jumna Sweet Shop and told me I
could sleep on the balcony. But the meal I cooked that night must
have been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be
off. But I just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way, and he
couldn’t help laughing.
Later, he patted me on the head and said never mind, he’d teach
me to cook. He also taught me to write my name and said he would
soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. I was
grateful. I knew that once I could write like an educated man there
would be no limit to what I could achieve.
It was quite pleasant working for Anil. I made the tea in the morning
and then would take my time buying the day’s supplies, usually making
a profit of about a rupee a day. I think he knew I made a little money
this way but he did not seem to mind.
The Thief’s Story 9
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Anil made money by fits and starts. He would borrow one week, lend
the next. He kept worrying about his next cheque, but as soon as it
arrived he would go out and celebrate. It seems he wrote for magazines —
a queer way to make a living!
One evening he came home with a small bundle of notes, saying he
had just sold a book to a publisher. At night, I saw him tuck the money
under the mattress.
I had been working for Anil for almost a month and, apart from
cheating on the shopping, had not done anything in my line of work. I
had every opportunity for doing so. Anil had given me a key to the door,
and I could come and go as I pleased. He was the most trusting person
I had ever met.
And that is why it was so difficult to rob him. It’s easy to rob a
greedy man, because he can afford to be robbed; but it’s difficult to rob
a careless man — sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s been robbed
and that takes all the pleasure out of the work.
Well, it’s time I did some real work, I told myself; I’m out of practice.
And if I don’t take the money, he’ll only waste it on his friends. After
all, he doesn’t even pay me.
READ AND FIND OUT
• How does the thief think Anil will react to the theft?
• What does he say about the different reactions of people
when they are  robbed?
• Does Anil realise that he has been robbed?
Anil was asleep. A beam of moonlight stepped over the balcony and
fell on the bed. I sat up on the floor, considering the situation. If I took
the money, I could catch the 10.30 Express to Lucknow. Slipping out of
the blanket, I crept up to the bed. Anil was sleeping peacefully. His
face was clear and unlined; even I had more marks on my face, though
mine were mostly scars.
My hand slid under the mattress, searching for the notes. When I
found them, I drew them out without a sound. Anil sighed in his sleep
and turned on his side, towards me. I was startled and quickly crawled
out of the room.
When I was on the road, I began to run. I had the notes at my waist,
held there by the string of my pyjamas. I slowed down to a walk and
counted the notes: 600 rupees in fifties! I could live like an oil-rich
Arab for a week or two.
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A young boy makes friends with Anil.
Anil trusts him completely and employs
him. Does the boy betray his trust?
The Thief's Story
2
READ AND FIND OUT
• Who does ‘I’ refer to in this story?
• What is he “a fairly successful hand” at?
• What does he get from Anil in return for his work?
I WAS still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an
experienced and fairly successful hand.
Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He
was about 25 — a tall, lean fellow — and he looked easy-going, kind
and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn’t had much luck of late and
thought I might be able to get into the young man’s confidence.
“You look a bit of a wrestler yourself,” I said. A little flattery helps
in making friends.
“So do you,” he replied, which put me off for a moment because at
that time I was rather thin.
“Well,” I said modestly, “I do wrestle a bit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Hari Singh,” I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me
ahead of the police and my former employers.
After this introduction, Anil talked about the well-oiled wrestlers
who were grunting, lifting and throwing each other about. I didn’t
have much to say. Anil walked away. I followed casually.
“Hello again,” he said.
I gave him my most appealing smile. “I want to work for you,” I said.
“But I can’t pay you.”
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I thought that over for a minute. Perhaps I had misjudged my man.
I asked, “Can you feed me?”
“Can you cook?”
“I can cook,” I lied again.
“If you can cook, then may be I can feed you.”
He took me to his room over the Jumna Sweet Shop and told me I
could sleep on the balcony. But the meal I cooked that night must
have been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be
off. But I just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way, and he
couldn’t help laughing.
Later, he patted me on the head and said never mind, he’d teach
me to cook. He also taught me to write my name and said he would
soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. I was
grateful. I knew that once I could write like an educated man there
would be no limit to what I could achieve.
It was quite pleasant working for Anil. I made the tea in the morning
and then would take my time buying the day’s supplies, usually making
a profit of about a rupee a day. I think he knew I made a little money
this way but he did not seem to mind.
The Thief’s Story 9
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F ootprints without Feet 10
Anil made money by fits and starts. He would borrow one week, lend
the next. He kept worrying about his next cheque, but as soon as it
arrived he would go out and celebrate. It seems he wrote for magazines —
a queer way to make a living!
One evening he came home with a small bundle of notes, saying he
had just sold a book to a publisher. At night, I saw him tuck the money
under the mattress.
I had been working for Anil for almost a month and, apart from
cheating on the shopping, had not done anything in my line of work. I
had every opportunity for doing so. Anil had given me a key to the door,
and I could come and go as I pleased. He was the most trusting person
I had ever met.
And that is why it was so difficult to rob him. It’s easy to rob a
greedy man, because he can afford to be robbed; but it’s difficult to rob
a careless man — sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s been robbed
and that takes all the pleasure out of the work.
Well, it’s time I did some real work, I told myself; I’m out of practice.
And if I don’t take the money, he’ll only waste it on his friends. After
all, he doesn’t even pay me.
READ AND FIND OUT
• How does the thief think Anil will react to the theft?
• What does he say about the different reactions of people
when they are  robbed?
• Does Anil realise that he has been robbed?
Anil was asleep. A beam of moonlight stepped over the balcony and
fell on the bed. I sat up on the floor, considering the situation. If I took
the money, I could catch the 10.30 Express to Lucknow. Slipping out of
the blanket, I crept up to the bed. Anil was sleeping peacefully. His
face was clear and unlined; even I had more marks on my face, though
mine were mostly scars.
My hand slid under the mattress, searching for the notes. When I
found them, I drew them out without a sound. Anil sighed in his sleep
and turned on his side, towards me. I was startled and quickly crawled
out of the room.
When I was on the road, I began to run. I had the notes at my waist,
held there by the string of my pyjamas. I slowed down to a walk and
counted the notes: 600 rupees in fifties! I could live like an oil-rich
Arab for a week or two.
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The Thief’s Story 11
When I reached the station I did not stop at the ticket office (I had
never bought a ticket in my life) but dashed straight to the platform.
The Lucknow Express was just moving out. The train had still to pick
up speed and I should have been able to jump into one of the carriages,
but I hesitated — for some reason I can’t explain — and I lost the
chance to get away.
When the train had gone, I found myself standing alone on the
deserted platform. I had no idea where to spend the night. I had no
friends, believing that friends were more trouble than help. And I did
not want to make anyone curious by staying at one of the small hotels
near the station. The only person I knew really well was the man I had
robbed. Leaving the station, I walked slowly through the bazaar.
In my short career as a thief, I had made a study of men’s faces
when they had lost their goods. The greedy man showed fear; the rich
man showed anger; the poor man showed acceptance. But I knew that
Anil’s face, when he discovered the theft, would show only a touch of
sadness. Not for the loss of money, but for the loss of trust.
I found myself in the maidan and sat down on a bench. The night
was chilly — it was early November — and a light drizzle added to my
discomfort. Soon it was raining quite heavily. My shirt and pyjamas
stuck to my skin, and a cold wind blew the rain across my face.
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A young boy makes friends with Anil.
Anil trusts him completely and employs
him. Does the boy betray his trust?
The Thief's Story
2
READ AND FIND OUT
• Who does ‘I’ refer to in this story?
• What is he “a fairly successful hand” at?
• What does he get from Anil in return for his work?
I WAS still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an
experienced and fairly successful hand.
Anil was watching a wrestling match when I approached him. He
was about 25 — a tall, lean fellow — and he looked easy-going, kind
and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn’t had much luck of late and
thought I might be able to get into the young man’s confidence.
“You look a bit of a wrestler yourself,” I said. A little flattery helps
in making friends.
“So do you,” he replied, which put me off for a moment because at
that time I was rather thin.
“Well,” I said modestly, “I do wrestle a bit.”
“What’s your name?”
“Hari Singh,” I lied. I took a new name every month. That kept me
ahead of the police and my former employers.
After this introduction, Anil talked about the well-oiled wrestlers
who were grunting, lifting and throwing each other about. I didn’t
have much to say. Anil walked away. I followed casually.
“Hello again,” he said.
I gave him my most appealing smile. “I want to work for you,” I said.
“But I can’t pay you.”
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I thought that over for a minute. Perhaps I had misjudged my man.
I asked, “Can you feed me?”
“Can you cook?”
“I can cook,” I lied again.
“If you can cook, then may be I can feed you.”
He took me to his room over the Jumna Sweet Shop and told me I
could sleep on the balcony. But the meal I cooked that night must
have been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be
off. But I just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way, and he
couldn’t help laughing.
Later, he patted me on the head and said never mind, he’d teach
me to cook. He also taught me to write my name and said he would
soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. I was
grateful. I knew that once I could write like an educated man there
would be no limit to what I could achieve.
It was quite pleasant working for Anil. I made the tea in the morning
and then would take my time buying the day’s supplies, usually making
a profit of about a rupee a day. I think he knew I made a little money
this way but he did not seem to mind.
The Thief’s Story 9
Reprint 2024-25
F ootprints without Feet 10
Anil made money by fits and starts. He would borrow one week, lend
the next. He kept worrying about his next cheque, but as soon as it
arrived he would go out and celebrate. It seems he wrote for magazines —
a queer way to make a living!
One evening he came home with a small bundle of notes, saying he
had just sold a book to a publisher. At night, I saw him tuck the money
under the mattress.
I had been working for Anil for almost a month and, apart from
cheating on the shopping, had not done anything in my line of work. I
had every opportunity for doing so. Anil had given me a key to the door,
and I could come and go as I pleased. He was the most trusting person
I had ever met.
And that is why it was so difficult to rob him. It’s easy to rob a
greedy man, because he can afford to be robbed; but it’s difficult to rob
a careless man — sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s been robbed
and that takes all the pleasure out of the work.
Well, it’s time I did some real work, I told myself; I’m out of practice.
And if I don’t take the money, he’ll only waste it on his friends. After
all, he doesn’t even pay me.
READ AND FIND OUT
• How does the thief think Anil will react to the theft?
• What does he say about the different reactions of people
when they are  robbed?
• Does Anil realise that he has been robbed?
Anil was asleep. A beam of moonlight stepped over the balcony and
fell on the bed. I sat up on the floor, considering the situation. If I took
the money, I could catch the 10.30 Express to Lucknow. Slipping out of
the blanket, I crept up to the bed. Anil was sleeping peacefully. His
face was clear and unlined; even I had more marks on my face, though
mine were mostly scars.
My hand slid under the mattress, searching for the notes. When I
found them, I drew them out without a sound. Anil sighed in his sleep
and turned on his side, towards me. I was startled and quickly crawled
out of the room.
When I was on the road, I began to run. I had the notes at my waist,
held there by the string of my pyjamas. I slowed down to a walk and
counted the notes: 600 rupees in fifties! I could live like an oil-rich
Arab for a week or two.
Reprint 2024-25
The Thief’s Story 11
When I reached the station I did not stop at the ticket office (I had
never bought a ticket in my life) but dashed straight to the platform.
The Lucknow Express was just moving out. The train had still to pick
up speed and I should have been able to jump into one of the carriages,
but I hesitated — for some reason I can’t explain — and I lost the
chance to get away.
When the train had gone, I found myself standing alone on the
deserted platform. I had no idea where to spend the night. I had no
friends, believing that friends were more trouble than help. And I did
not want to make anyone curious by staying at one of the small hotels
near the station. The only person I knew really well was the man I had
robbed. Leaving the station, I walked slowly through the bazaar.
In my short career as a thief, I had made a study of men’s faces
when they had lost their goods. The greedy man showed fear; the rich
man showed anger; the poor man showed acceptance. But I knew that
Anil’s face, when he discovered the theft, would show only a touch of
sadness. Not for the loss of money, but for the loss of trust.
I found myself in the maidan and sat down on a bench. The night
was chilly — it was early November — and a light drizzle added to my
discomfort. Soon it was raining quite heavily. My shirt and pyjamas
stuck to my skin, and a cold wind blew the rain across my face.
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I went back to the bazaar and sat down in the shelter of the clock
tower. The clock showed midnight. I felt for the notes. They were damp
from the rain.
Anil’s money. In the morning he would probably have given me two or
three rupees to go to the cinema, but now I had it all. I couldn’t cook his
meals, run to the bazaar or learn to write whole sentences any more.
I had forgotten about them in the excitement of the theft. Whole
sentences, I knew, could one day bring me more than a few hundred
rupees. It was a simple matter to steal — and sometimes just as simple
to be caught. But to be a really big man, a clever and respected man,
was something else. I  should go back to Anil, I told myself, if only to
learn to read and write.
I hurried back to the room feeling very nervous, for it is much
easier to steal something than to return it undetected. I opened the
door quietly, then stood in the doorway, in clouded moonlight. Anil
was still asleep. I crept to the head of the bed, and my hand came up
with the notes. I felt his breath on my hand. I remained still for a
minute. Then my hand found the edge of the mattress, and slipped
under it with the notes.
I awoke late next morning to find that Anil had already made the
tea. He stretched out his hand towards me. There was a fifty-rupee
note between his fingers. My heart sank. I thought I had been discovered.
“I made some money yesterday,” he explained. “Now you’ll be paid
regularly.”
My spirits rose. But when I took the note, I saw it was still wet from
the night’s rain.
“Today we’ll start writing sentences,” he said.
He knew. But neither his lips nor his eyes showed anything. I smiled
at Anil in my most appealing way. And the smile came by itself, without
any effort.
RUSKIN BOND
GLOSSARY
flattery: insincere praise
modestly: without boasting; in a humble way
grunting: making low guttural sounds
appealing: attractive
unlined: (here) showing no sign of worry or anxiety
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1. What is the central theme of "The Thief's Story"?
Ans. The central theme of "The Thief's Story" is the transformation of a thief's character from a hardened criminal to a person who feels guilty and seeks redemption. The story emphasizes the idea that even a person who has committed a crime can reform and become a better individual.
2. What is the significance of the title "The Thief's Story"?
Ans. The title "The Thief's Story" is significant because it indicates that the story is narrated from the perspective of a thief who is the protagonist of the story. The title helps to establish the central character and theme of the story, which is the transformation of a criminal.
3. What is the role of the narrator in "The Thief's Story"?
Ans. The narrator in "The Thief's Story" is an unnamed person who listens to the confessions of the protagonist. The narrator serves as a sounding board for the thief's thoughts and feelings, and allows the reader to gain insight into the thief's character. The narrator also provides a contrast to the thief's character, as the thief is a criminal, and the narrator is a law-abiding citizen.
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Ans. The setting in "The Thief's Story" is significant because it establishes the context in which the story takes place. The story is set in a train compartment, which is a confined space that intensifies the psychological drama between the characters. The setting also reflects the transient nature of the thief's life, as he is constantly on the move and has no permanent home.
5. What is the message conveyed by "The Thief's Story"?
Ans. "The Thief's Story" conveys a message of hope and redemption. The story shows that even a person who has committed a crime can reform and become a better individual. The story also demonstrates the power of empathy and compassion to change a person's life. Overall, the story emphasizes the importance of second chances and the potential for positive change in human nature.
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