Even the dry bread of hard work seems very sweet... even the sweets of dishonesty become poison!!

- The desert is thirsty for the rose - Parajit Patel

- No manga, no! That money is not ours... foreign money will burn the fun of life!!

'Take... Take'

'what's that ?'

'In rupees...!'

'How many are there?'

'Uncountable!'

It must be four to five lakhs.

But where did you get the money from? Where do you get so many rupees from when you take old clothes and give garbage?

- Yes, mangoes are juicy.

Takes old clothes, and gives a small vessel in return. Pot, kettle, plate, spoons and plates... or lotto! Such a mess like clothes... They do this business for years... Then they give these old clothes to a clothes dealer... In return they get rupees! Traders also remove stains from clothes and make them shiny like new and then sell them at high prices.

The manga has gone haywire.

Goes everywhere.

Goes home.

'O sister, if you have old clothes, take these... and take new clothes...'

His voice echoes from street to street - neighborhood to neighborhood - society to society. They go to the big big bungalow: 'Oh sister, take it, take it... take the new pot!'

Men are not at home during the day. have gone somewhere Either went to work or shop. In the afternoon, only the sisters are either cleaning, or cooking, or resting.

Such a house, such clothes should be given to such a lorry owner as soon as the Shethanis living in the bungalow get old! And take one or two nice fun dishes in return.

'Old clothes, bro?'

'Isn't it!'

'Want to remove?'

'If it gives a good mess, remove it.'

'I have all the nice utensils... kettles, plates, pots... whatever you ask for.'

'like this ?'

'Yes.'

After a while, sister brings Patidev's old clothes, pants. Mango gave a plate and a kettle in return: 'Are you satisfied now, sister?'

'happy happy !'

Old clothes... slightly faded or slightly torn... such clothes should not be worn: if worn, the status will be lowered!

A person can be recognized by clothes!

It goes to different areas. It moves in different streets... be it an urban area... or even streets with ordinary houses! It is a big city... so different areas have to be caught!

The area across the Emanya river is the area of ​​the rich... bungalows that close the eyes! He knows that the sands of the rich area are not very noisy! Give the clothes... and take the utensils you give!

Mangoes are poor.

Lives in slums.

His daughter-in-law Jashli and two boys.

Lorry in income.

Go in the evening and put forty-fifty change in Jashli's hand... and Jashli will be happy! Get confused on the manga! Loaves are made from miscellaneous, and vegetables are also made! The stomachs of all four people are full!

The bridegroom likes it!

No one has met such a groom! It earns... it fills everyone's stomach, and the clothes also bring fun! Jashli is a satisfied woman... to be happy with what is! She is the daughter of the leader of Naat, Natha Ranchhod. Natha Ranchhod has only one thing: 'Live contentedly in whatever you get. Never be dishonest... God's eyes are fixed on you. Fear it. He has also taught Jashi in the fourth standard.

- And today?

When the pleased Mango came in the evening, he went to the hut humming some song from the film, and said: 'Jashi, today it has happened that the hunger of seven people has run away!'

'Hey? What has happened?'

'A Shethani gave Seth two or three old coats. I gave two or three vessels. On the way I checked out the huge piles of puffy coats. I was stunned. A big bundle came out of a gajwa... of rupees! There are twenty thousand notes!

'How many are there?'

'There will be four five lakhs.'

'Bring it if.'

Manga put the bundle in Jashli's hand. Jashi counted the notes: there were six lakhs. 'Hey? So many rupees?''

'Now it's ours!'

'What did you say?'

'It's ours now.'

It was there that the voice of his father Nath Ranchhod hummed in Jashi's ears: 'Jashi, don't be dishonest... the one above is watching!' Jashi's expression changed. Honesty replaced greed on the face. Said: 'No, Manga, no! That money is not ours, it is someone else's, and foreign money destroys the fun of a person's life!

'But so many rupees.'

But where is it ours? The one above is watching everything. Do not eat haram. Haram grains become poison even if they are cooked! Such dishonesty cannot be called. I am Natha Ranchod's daughter... Dishonesty is poison for me!'

'So?'

'Come on, let's return it to its owner.'

'Right now?'

'It is still six o'clock... If night falls, my sleep will become a witch. Go, manga, go! Not being dishonest. The bread of labor seems sweeter. Dishonesty milk also becomes poison! Come on...'

When the two people reached, they found a bungalow in the big society and Jashi shouted: 'Shethaniba! In response to O... Shethaniba!, Seth and Shethani Bey came out. Jethani said: 'Manga tu?'

'Yes, Shethani Ba, this bundle of rupees has come out of the coat you gave. Take that!'

Six lakh rupees! Have you lost your mind?'

Jashi said: 'No Seth, even the burnt bread of hard work feels sweet! Even the dessert of dishonesty is poison for us!'

And believe? Then Seth left the manga lorry... and made him the 'saheb' of the workers in his factory... with a monthly salary of one lakh! At the first pay, Jashli spoke up: 'Manga if honesty has washed away the sweetness in our lives. See?'