Is there no place for bread in the city?

Is there no place for bread in the city?

As the night progresses, the dark cloud of Chembur’s Amarmahal becomes darker. At one o’clock in the last 10 o’clock in the middle of the stomach grinds. By the same angle. Make sure the inner people do not know the light of the outer world.

Is there no place for bread in the city?

As the night progresses, the dark cloud of Chembur’s Amarmahal becomes darker. At one o’clock in the last 10 o’clock in the middle of the stomach grinds. By the same angle. Make sure the inner people do not know the light of the outer world. Living from the last 15 days, under the drought-affected bridge coming from the state of Uzgur, Osmanabad, Latur, Jalgaon, Aurangabad. Villages are lying desolate due to drought. Keeping the old man behind the house these men have come to the city to look for bread. The city is not ready to accommodate these drought-hit people every year.

What are the parasites, the police do every day the thieves pursue them? Run a small bus and throw it in a cart and send back the receipt of twelve hundred rupees and then send it back. During the day, the fine which was cleared of the sewerage drained all day. ‘We do not have tai water in our village, we are starving, four people in the soil bore a stomach but they did not get moisture. Why do not we have food in the city of Aunda? ‘ The question that pays such a caretaker remains a drought-stricken question.

The 19-year-old Soni Patil, from Osmanabad, has been the eighth month of the month. ‘Where will she be born, the rain will come …’ If you ask, Soni’s mother-in-law, Rama, says, ‘There is nothing to eat there, a bowl and water have to be mixed together. If you use our water to wash your mouth, you can eat vegetables as much as you can. Because her mother was in the same town, her parents also came along with Leki. Someone came out of the night to come out of the police or outside, and Sony ran away with their stomach. Where does the knot fall? ‘The worries of the girls who are filled with the day, they become wholesome.

The small utensils that came from the village, two to four dresses and two turns to the back, and the backbone of the head. These farmers who are waiting for the rainy season of black soil, are now working to clean sewage in Mumbai. Men get 400 rupees per day and 200 rupees daily for this purpose. Shankar Devkar said in the same crowd, ‘Where did the earth’s smell and gutter dirt … our farmers’ destinies never felt like this?’ A contractor for the 26-year-old Sitaram Patil who came from Latur gave 50 rupees more. Because he descends into the main house. The dirt gets there. It does not even know how much of the dangers of landing there. Keeping his hands on his two and a half-year-old knees, he had a rainy talk and said he would go back to the village.

The night goes up and the net of the jug gets reduced, darkness takes over again. The tired people are tired of the day, and the flashes filled with the moonlight keep looking into the sky. Adds hands and says, ‘God give rain and rain … let the water come …’

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