Lately, Sheikhchilli had become quite mixed-up. He could not get anything straight. Maybe, it was because of the thrashing he had received at the hands of the burly man sometime ago. The thoughts of poor Sheikhchilli were getting wobbled.
One night, Sheikhchilli’s mother cooked sweet rice and fed her son. The hearty meal made him doze. His mother asked him to give a bowl of rice to the neighbour, Fatima Bibi, before he went to sleep.
It was raining outside. So, Sheikhchilli had to take an umbrella along. When he returned with dripping umbrella his mother feared that he might catch a cold. She said, “Son, don’t stand here. Go to your room, leave the umbrella in the corner in the standing position to drain off water, go to your bed or you will catch a cold.”
Sheikhchilli dumbly nodded his head and went to his room. His mother washed the dishes and went to sleep in her room.
In the morning, she went to her son’s room to see if he was all right. To her horror, she found that Sheikhchilli had put the umbrella in the bed and he himself had spent the night standing in the corner.
As soon as Sheikhchilli saw his mother, he collapsed tired, exhausted and very, very sick.
Moral : A fool never understands wise talks.
