Purse

One day while I was walking along the road I saw a black leather purse lying on the pavement. I picked it up and opened it to see if I could find out the owner’s name. There were some hundred rupee notes ,a photograph-a picture of a family with two young girls,an old woman and an old man with two kids. I put the photograph back and took the pures to the police station. I handed it over to the police officer in charge of lost articles . Before I left he made a note of my name and address and I had to go give details of when and where I found it. That evening I went to a dinner at my aunt’s . Thwy had invited another family . There were two young girls and two kids there .The members of this family were quite familiar but I couldn’t remember where I had see them . I was sure that we had not met before . In the course of the conversation the old gentleman said that he lost his purse that afternoon. Then I suddenly remembered where I had seen them. They were the ones in the photograph. I related my story .I told them that I handed over the purse to the police.My uncle wanted to go to the police station immediately to claim the purse .I too went with them.The police officer laughed and handed over the purse saying that he wished more people were like me bringing not only lost good but their owners as well.