My house is located in the streets of a village 18 km from the city. Some years ago, the condition of the drains over there was very bad. No neighbor used to clean the drain. When the drain started smelling very unbearable, my father and I started cleaning the drain.
One day, we together were cleaning the drain and taking out the drain and keeping it on the side of the drain. Then a neighbor hit my father’s head with a big stick. The blood started flowing. I treated my father in the village itself and complained about the incident to the sarpanch of the village. The sarpanch planted a panchal the next day and ordered my neighbors to clean the drain one by one. My father was very happy to hear this.
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