I remember everything - - - - whether you remember or not
Barely thirty to forty years ago, there used to be such a branded kitchen in every house of the village, be it rich or poor, chaudhri or working. There was no class system in the society.
So much grain grew from the earth every year that no one went to sleep hungry - - - There was no force of desires, it was a time of simplicity, sending a plate of curry to the neighborhood was not a favor but a social ritual. People with big hearts lived in small houses.
There were houses of clay, there were pots of clay - how peacefully the people of clay lived - - there was a taste of the kitchen or the blessing of clay.
No greed, no greed and no false competition - - People who grew up in mud kitchens know the pain of caste system very well.
Now we have progressed, it is the age of 5G's who have nothing to do with the pain and suffering of others and live in their own rooms with their own wave.
And they sleep by taking a sleeping pill, not for peace
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