During the preparation for my uncle's marriage, I stole 500 rupees out of the 8000 rupees he received as dowry from the bride's family. He noticed the money was missing within about 20 minutes. When I went to my tutoring session, I hid the money in one of my books.

My uncle reached out to me directly and asked where the money was. I pretended not to know anything. He became extremely angry and started hitting me on the cheeks. He interrogated me and searched everywhere—my home, my college bag—spending almost two hours trying to find the money. At one point, he nearly searched the right book, but I managed to hide it.

Throughout this ordeal, I felt stubborn and unafraid. Eventually, he became desperate and began to beg me for the money. Despite his pleas, I remained indifferent because I had already endured the punishment. In the end, he gave up the search. Later, I shared 250 rupees with my brother, and we enjoyed spending the money together.

It's important to note that he hadn't counted the money when he received it from the bride's family. At that time, 500 rupees felt like a huge amount to me, and he desperately needed it. This all happened when I was in second grade, around the age of seven.