The Gaudy Yellow Purse

The plate patiently waits for the omelette which was now flipped onto the floor due to the loud commotion that stole away Ravi’s attention. Ravi rushes to the scene only to witness his master throwing a hissy fit over the money which had been stolen from his gaudy yellow purse. The servants exchange glances with each other while the miser of a man shrieks in a state of melodramatic panic. After an hour of accusations and anger, the master ends up in the police station with a droopy face.

All the servants were summoned to the police station and each was handed over a stick of the same length. They were told that the stick was a crime detector, the one belonging to the thief would grow an inch overnight to ascertain of the crime. All the servants glance across at each other hoping to detect a suspicious face that would shy away in the midst of it all.

The thief in question spends hours in bed questioning the powers of the stick. Unwittingly so, she snips away an inch of the stick by dawn. After all, Devi wasn’t well-versed in the art of crime. She was a mother of two, a wife of an unsophisticated boorish drunkard who would spend his day trying his hands on gambling. The poor lady was struggling to make ends meet. In an impulsive attempt to pay her children’s fees, she decided to get ahold of the gaudy yellow purse even though her eyes stung. The next morning as Devi had expected, the police officers arrived with handcuffs to capture the shortened stick and Devi along with it.