Sanket and the Magic Bean
Sanket tiptoed into the guest bedroom. Uncle Jaldev’s snoring sounded like a rhino wheezing. Sanket knew that his uncle wouldn’t wake up even if there were an earthquake.Sanket searched with his eyes. There! Jaldev’s silk vest was draped over the armchair next to the bed. The vest had a pocket on each side and they were always filled with evidence of his travels - foreign coins, key tags from his hotel room, old stamps, crunched up maps to ancient temples.
Sanket squinted in the dark and knelt down in front of the chair. He put his hands into the left pocket. It was empty. Then he tried the right pocket. There was nothing there. It was unusual. No keys, no coins, no scrunched paper with secret codes. Sanket checked the right side pocket one more time.
There was something under the stitches. His fingers teased out it out. Sanket rushed out of the room without looking at the object. There will be time for that later......