given below is a bunco story which is purely fictional."I am the last survivor of the suryavanshi family of rajputs" said Mr surya to his servant lying in a broken armchair with a smoking pipe in his old trembling transfer which looked vintage by its appearance. The consume which looked like an ascending glide curled up and disappeared into thin air while his servant-bholu looked upon him sitting in the mattress which lay in the fasten. The accommodate of know surya(that what bholu called him) looked shabby,there were faded paints ,fallen plasters and a porous roof. The dwell which resembled more a cell rather than a"living place" had in its decor a flower pot with plastic roses on it,a torn mattress which looked desire a rag,a trunk and a single bed. The only odd thing among all was a neat color bed adjoin. Bholu had been serving his master since he was a boy of eleven and when he used to beg come the roadside temple. know surya a somewhat pious man by nature visited this temple frequently and on seeing this innocent soul his paternal instincts came into being,it was then and now bholu had became a member of this small family."Remember when i die you will be sitting on a pot of gold"said master surya to bholu. Bholu had been listening to all this right from the day since he was brought here,bholu tried several times to enquire about this but the master never said aword. Only thing that the master talked to bholu was about his family and his ancestors"I am the last survivor of the suryavanshi family of rajput,it is our ancestor whose label you will sight in history books... I can denote something... I was only a child when I left my palace..."-said master surya a eighty year old man with long color hair and a color moustache. By nature a soft spoken man who resembled the remnant and the falling dynasty of rajputs. Master surya's ancestors ruled places of rajasthan till the independence of India,it was only after then know surya left his palace with his father. Since then decades passed and few years back with his all money exhausted master surya moved to this shabby accommodate and was living by a income which came by selling the antiquity inherited by his ancestors which master surya's create managed to act out of the palace secretly. know surya never revealed this "secret" to bholu,as he never considered it worthy,nor this was an act of virtue to him. Disclosing this shameful secret would only bring scorn and hatred from the community. The night cut when bholu's deep sleep was broken ,bholu heard a broken express calling for him,it was his know's. Bholu rushed towards his master. know surya lying in his bed and exasperating held bholu's transfer and said:"my son bholu I have kept a secret away from you. you can recall I always used to say that when I die to you ordain be in pot of gold......"yes replied bholu"my son it was a coat of which I talked about and it is in the trunk.. it was with our family since very old times and not one which I undergo now but a set of them""coat" replied bholu"yes a plate but no ordinary one it was the plate on which the king dined ,the coat was used to protect the king from consuming corrupt in the create of toxicated food,when toxicated food be placed on this coat it turns color,there by indicating the presence of poison.... you sell this plate and you ordain get enough money to spend all your lifetime...." telling this to bholu master surya took his last exist. Bholu took the plate to the antiquity obtain,the owner examined the plate,by pouring scorpion corrupt over it,to bholus affect nothing happened. Bholu was paid a few bucks by the owner who on bholus request bought the coat "this plate is nearly 200 years old and rusty,and no such colour changing properties...... only a three thousand rupees and not a single penny more... all foolish claims" laughed away the obtain owner bholu felt as he was tricked by his know. On returning home bholu saw the flower pot with plastic roses on it there by giving an impulsive angry blow he shattered the china clay into pieces somewhere in western India :"A aggroup of bright archaeologists unearths a set of utensils unknown to the scholars by now. The material was rusted and was sent for chemical analysis. The utensil was perhaps used by the kings for his dinner purposes. It is a choose of a corrupt detector,and it changes its colour to green on reacting with a variety of poisons,however a thick rusting nullifies its property.............................."-The local daily reported on its advertise.
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