Sunday, 27 September 2015

The Priceless



‘Hello, My dear Vendor!
‘Could you sell me a guitar?’

‘Why not, come in, my Master!
Take it, a brand new, for a hundred.’

‘Is the other less the cost, as looking old?’

‘Yes, yes, it is only half a hundred.
Should you go for a secondhand?’

‘The one still old, kept yonder?’

‘An antique, well above ten hundred.’

‘O, My God! Useless, still priceless!’
22.02.97, Agartala


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