Sham S. Misri
Once upon a time there was a miser. He worked hard to earn his money. What ever money he would earn, he would keep some for his day to day expenses, and, the rest of the money he would exchange for gold. This miser had more faith in gold than the paper currency. Having got the gold, the miser would quietly go into his garden. Looking carefully right and left, he would dig the soil so that no body would watch him doing any activity. Then, the miser used to hide his gold at the foot of a tree in his garden where he had dug the hole. He would keep a big stone over the hole and leave. Every week he used to go and dig it up and be happy over his gains. One day, a robber, who had noticed this, went and dug up the gold and stole all the gold that was there. When the miser next came to rejoice over his treasures, he found nothing but the empty hole. He was shocked, he cried, he tore his hair, and raised such an outcry that all the neighbors came around him. The neighbors enquired the reason of his grief. The miser told them how hard he had worked and earned to get the gold, and how he used to come and visit his gold.
One of the neighbors asked him, “Did you ever take any of it out?”
One of the neighbors asked him, “Did you ever take any of it out?”
“No,” said he, “I only came to look at it.”
“Then come again and look at the hole,” said neighbors; “it will do you just as much good.”
Then his neighbor said, “Wealth unused might as well not exist.”
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