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....she was walking through the dirty filthy  street  by her clean and   neat house,  early morning  cleaning up one's own house  and  sweeping out all the  trash out in the street  was a regular practice of colonies  rataba carefully  jumped over the  trash heap  where ages ago someone  must have put a shopper bag  full of trash  thinking  it would be picked up by the  regular cleaner in routine,  certainly others also  joined the first one  and  added their trash bags  thinking the same thing  and that developed into a trash corner 

Rataba  had heard it  was sad  man is a woman's support,  she felt odd it was a strange  saying,  she was in the fourth standard in school  when her abba had passed away,  jaced bhai was three years older to her  and  he still wasn't  an adult man   it was then  rataba realized  woman's  real  strength is ber own skills