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Title--- Rain wreaks havoc on poor mother and 5 daughters




(character)
Jamuna / Mother
munia
pooja/5 years
dream/7years
renu/9years
Asha/12yrs
Contractor






Narr... The name of that poor mother is Jamuna. Jamuna's life is full of poverty. She works as a daily wage laborer for the whole day and earns two hundred rupees. It happens only then as soon as the evening sets in, the contractor says



Contractor... Come on, come on quickly, everyone get in line, take this leave, two hundred rupees of your daily wage, and take this, Lalit, today you came after half a day, that's why only hundred rupees are made for you, here you are, Jamuna sister, today you have done the most You have worked hard, so your daily wage is four hundred rupees.



Jamuna.. thank you very much brother



Narr... taking the money, Jamuna hurriedly goes towards the house and says



Jamuna.... Today I have got ₹ 200 more, I do one thing, I will cook some good food for my daughters, but the monsoon season is about to start, I have to spend the money very thoughtfully.


Narr... Jamuna knows very well that every time during the rainy season, the work of contract labor gets stalled, if she does not start adding money, then her five daughters will be dependent on pulses and roti during the rainy season, so she becomes Reaches home with some pulses and rice from the shop where her four daughters Pooja, Sapna, Renu, Asha are pacifying 6-month-old Munia.



Pooja.. Asha didi look mother has come



Sapna… where were you mother, why did you take so long to come today, do you know since long Muniya has been crying for milk



Jamuna... Asha daughter Lade give me Munia



hope...yellow mother



Narr... As soon as she comes in the lap of her poor mother, little Muniya becomes silent, Jamuna quickly starts feeding her, only then 5 year old Pooja looks at her mother with hungry eyes and says



Pooja... Mother is very hungry, cook some food quickly.


Asha….Sapna



Jamuna... ok my dear daughter give some time to your mother I will quickly cook dal and rice for all of you



Narr.... On hearing the name of Dal Chawal, seven year old Sapna says irritably



Sapna.... Mother, why do you make this poor rice and lentils every day? Look, ma. Today it is raining outside, make curry rice for us by adding onion fritters, na ma.


Narr... Seeing Sapna insisting like this, Asha explains to her



Asha….Sapna We are poor and our mother does not have enough money to feed us with curd rice. You know how hard our mother works day and night, being hungry and thirsty, to feed us five sisters, then she gives us this pulse. rice is available



Nsrr... Hearing Asha's wise words, Renu Pooja Sapna happily eats pulse and rice. Next morning, as Jamuna is about to leave home for work, it starts raining heavily.



Jamuna... oh god this rain was about to start now how will I go to work



Renu.... Mother, wait for a while, when the rain stops, then go away.



Narr... After listening to Renu, Jamuna stands at the door of the house and waits for the rain to stop, but it starts raining even more heavily and the whole day passes.



Jamun.... Oh God, it is raining since morning and now it is evening too, but this rain is not taking the name of stopping.



Narr.. After waiting the whole day, Jamuna cooks food and feeds it to her daughters and now seeing the rains, she brings ration water to feed her daughters with the saved money, but it is raining for five days, the ration of the house and ran out of money



Jamuna... What should I make, the ration water that was available for food has ended and I do not have even a single rupee, now what will I feed my daughters, why this rain wreaks havoc only on us poor people.



Narr.... Jamuna starts crying bitterly thinking about the financial crunch and poor life, then due to the rain, the raw roof of the house also starts dripping from place to place.


Pooja… Maa look, because of the rain, even the roof of the house started leaking, now where will we all sleep?



Narr... Jamuna quickly puts a pot on that place but a strong storm starts along with the rain which causes half of the house to collapse



Pooja.. Mother, due to the rain, our house also broke down and the cooking stove also broke down, now will we all die in the rain itself?



Narr... On the question of this innocent Pooja, his poor mother looking at him with tearful eyes says



Jamuna.... No my child as long as your mother is alive she will not let anything happen to you I will do something