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  Match The story of a woman who was deprived of her life, and suffered from the vicissitudes of life. His lips were shaking slowly. He wanted to say something but could not. Anna had a feeling that she knew what Conrad was going to say. Every woman knows what men say on such occasions.   This had happened to Anna many times before. Every time she heard the sound of the call bell, she was poorly startled. This was because the bell was installed near the sink in the kitchen. Therefore, whenever she was near the sink and someone pressed a finger on the bell button, the loud sound would startle Anna badly. And that's why neither her husband nor her family used this bell. They knew what kind of condition Anna got after hearing the sound of this bell. She was busy preparing food for the family when the loud sound of the bell startled her. This time the voice was a little louder, so Anna was startled a little more accordingly.   She kept the knife aside and walked fast to ...

Good Investment

                                              


 Good Investment


    The story of the investment that reversed the household budget




Due to the uncertain situation in the world, people often have such a tendency to buy things that the thing that is bought today can be sold at an expensive price after use. In common language, it is described as a good investment. My wife is also counted among the people of this thinking.

Just mentioned yesterday, when my wife returned from shopping, she had an envelope-like Iranian carpet in her hand.


"What kind of carpet is this?" My wife asked me while spreading the carpet on the table.


"Very beautiful," I replied. 


"But why did you bring this carpet?"


"For the living room." said my wife in a proud tone.


 "I bought this wonderful thing."


"If you don't mind, may I ask how much did you buy this carpet?" I asked in a curt tone.


"Six hundred dollars." My wife replied as if six hundred dollars didn't matter.


"Six hundred dollars." I leaped from my seat. 


"You paid six hundred dollars for this carpet that two men can't even stand on at a time?"


"It's a very good investment I made, dear." said my wife.


"Elizabeth Steven bought a similar carpet three years ago for six hundred dollars. Now that carpet is worth three thousand dollars."


"The dining room table you bought five years ago. That's what you said it was a good investment," I said with a raised eyebrow.


 "That table came for eight hundred dollars.”


"I didn't say anything wrong about investing." My wife replied.


 "That table is now selling for four thousand dollars."


"Ok," I said quickly. "Then let's sell that table." 


My wife almost screamed.


 "Why do we need to sell our table?"


"We bought it for a sound investment." I tried to explain.


 "And now's a good time to sell it. Who knows, the market for dining room tables may come down tomorrow."

"Then what will we use instead of that table?" my wife asked another question.


"We'll buy another table for eight hundred dollars. And then four years later we'll sell it for more."


"But that expensive table cannot be replaced by one that costs eight hundred dollars," said my wife.


"Then what will you do?"


"Why should we sell that table at all?"


"Then what is the use of this great investment when you don't want to sell it? I will ask you the same question about this Iranian carpet. You will refuse to sell it when the time comes," I said.


"The longer we keep these things with us, the more they will increase in value." replied my wife. 


"We will not sell these things unless there is a dire need."


"By that time everyone will be paupers," I said. "Then who will buy these things of yours?"


"The shopkeeper from where I bought this carpet was saying that we can sell this carpet to him whenever we want." My wife replied.


"The shopkeepers always make these kinds of waxy things," I said.


 "Whether it's a carpet dealer, an art painting dealer, or a jeweler, they always talk sweetly to their customers like this. Have you ever tried to return something to a shopkeeper who said this to you?" What do you say?"


When my wife could not get any answer, she spoke in an irritated tone.


 “I would rather have a small carpet whose price keeps increasing year after year than a big carpet that won't be worth a penny after ten years of use. The things we currently have in our house are worth five times their value and hold a high price."


"My advice is that we sell these things and take our profit and go away in silence," I said. 


"That's what a good investor always does."


"Considering the current economic situation in the world, the only way to save money is to invest in quality things. This way we can save money for our future."


I called Elizabeth's husband George a few moments later.

 "George, would you like to buy a six hundred dollar Iranian carpet for one thousand dollars?" I asked.


"No," George replied.


 "But we have an Iranian carpet that's worth three thousand dollars right now. Would you buy that carpet for four hundred dollars?"


I was shocked and switched off the phone in a panic.


Then I sat down on a three-hundred-dollar sofa, which, according to my wife's estimate, had now reached twelve hundred dollars.


I started thinking from where I will pay the electricity bill, gas, and petrol bill. My wife had spent all our savings on this envelope-like carpet in pursuit of the principle of a good investment.


When no solution was offered to me, I started pulling my hair out in anger. What else could I do?




 THE END

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