The tyres of the cart are almost flat, and the cloth which used to cover the fresh vegetables flutters in the slow breeze exposing dried remnants of vegetable leftover. Mitthu Lal and Yashoda look out of the window in despair; the eerie silence of the narrow street provides no solace. With every passing day, some loss is added for Mitthu Lal in geometrical progression making life increasingly...
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