The Maid

 The lady of the house was a good woman. Or at least she thought so. She paid a high salary and treated her maid with kindness, or at least she thought so. Many a time she felt guilty for the hard work the maid did, and asked for little in return. The lady felt the maid was nothing short of an angel. For many many years this happy atmosphere prevailed in the house of peace and love.

Then one day the maid was caught stealing. Had the act not been seen, the lady would not have believed. Then it all came to her, the lost money from wallets, the diamond studs that went missing, the silk sarees that disappeared, the silver bangle......why the maid was a kleptomaniac!!!!!

How happy the lady had been in her blindness, in her belief of the good, and now how miserable in the light of the truth.

Humans give anything to see a pure soul, even their blind trust. 

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