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My father narrated an interesting ordeal to me, remembering which makes me laugh even today, and the simplicity and innocence of the people of that time swirled in front of my eyes. Father tells that the family was vegetarian at his father's house, no one was allowed to eat non-vegetarian food, even no one could eat chicken eggs.
In those days my grandfather was in charge of a farmhouse and there was also a chicken farm, the servant of that chicken farm gave some eggs to my father one day because my father wanted to eat those eggs by boiling them, but because of the fear of grandfather, he hid the eggs on the top shelf of the kitchen rack, thinking that when their father was not at home, he would boil them and eat them.
But unfortunately, on the day when the eggs were hidden, Grandfather was unable to find any of his essential items anywhere, in search of which he had searched the whole house. And at that time my father was going to school.
While searching, Grandfather reached that rack too and he started looking at the items kept in all the shelves, and then finally the number of the top shelf also came up. Seeing the chicken eggs laid there, he cried, who brought these eggs to the house, who eats them?
My grandmother handled the matter and said that some doctor has advised your son to eat these eggs, so these eggs are kept here, but no one has eaten them yet.
An angry grandfather gave all those eggs to an employee and said strictly that no one will eat eggs in my house, no matter what a doctor says or a dietician.
