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Rinku... Baba I am leaving.


Ramdeen...okay daughter


Nate...Saying this, Rinku came to the market with a cart. She used to feed herself and her sick father by selling raw coriander, chilli and lemon in the vegetable market.



Rinku... take this coriander, chilli and lemon, take this pickled raw mango.


Narr.Then a tall, poor boy named Murli came to buy mangoes. Seeing Rinku's simple appearance and her long black hair, he lost his heart.



Murli..mind) One who has such simplicity in her form, how beautiful her mind must be, I wish such a girl was my life partner.


Rinku... ji, what do you want?



Murli...Yes, I want 5 kg pickled mangoes.



Narr... Rinku weighs the mangoes and gives it to Murali. Thinking about Rinku all the way, he came to his small house where old Phoolmati was burning the stove in the heat.



Phoolmati...coughing) Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohoho, today the stove is not burning, I don't know when this boy will get married.
So that someone who can make bread and water comes to my house too.


Murali...smiling) Mother, why does your needle get stuck on my wedding every time?



Fulmati... because the groom is handsome due to his youth, I have to go to see the relationship tomorrow for you.



Narr...Next day Madhav is with his parents, but as soon as he sees Rinku he smiles, Ramdin folds his hands and says to Gopinath



Ramdin... Brother, my daughter is my life's savings, apart from this this poor father has nothing to give.



Gopinath..Ramdin ji, no one in this world has as much heart as a father. A father gives a piece of his heart to another house, even charity and dowry will not cover its value.



Narr... Rinku, after leaving Bida, comes to her poor in-laws house.



Phoolmati... Come daughter-in-law, welcome to this small world, from today this family is yours too.



Narr Rinku accepts her poor in-laws as her own. There is a mango tree planted in the courtyard of her house, which Rinku becomes very fond of. With the passing years, 5-6 years pass after her marriage, now Gopinath's age He answers and he also sits at home.
And the responsibility of managing everyone's expenses falls on Murli alone.


Gudiya... Maa Maa I am hungry, please give me some bread.


Rinku...but you had just eaten the doll, didn't you, daughter?



Gudiya..stubbornness) But I am more hungry, I want to eat more roti. You have made bhindi ki bhujiya, right?



Narr...Rinku gives her share of food to Gudiya and then her breath swells and says



Phoolmati... there was only enough bread left for you and Murli in the multi-pot, now what will you eat? You know it has taken you six-seven months, and Asha Rani had also said, you are already weak.



Rinku...Crying) I know, madam, but Murli ji works outside all day in this heat and sun, his food is more important. Anyway, there are two rotis left for the night, and mango pickle is kept, I will eat it.


Narr... As soon as Rinku looked at the bread to eat, it had become brown due to the heat, what should I eat now?


Rinku.. Oh God, this roti has smelled of heat, what should I eat now, it smells so bad that I don't even feel like eating it, but Murli ji earns it with so much hard work so she can't throw it away.



Naar…While rich people, on the basis of money, easily waste even the most expensive food in their plates, a poor person respects that food and knows its value very well, the poor pregnant daughter-in-law eats bread with pickles. Here Murali, drenched in sweat, comes home with a sad face.



Rinku..Hey, I'm here, let me serve you food.


Murali..yes please


Narr... Murli sits down to eat, the whole hut was sweltering with heat, and hot air was coming in through the broken part of the house, then Phoolmati asks.


Phoolmati... Hey, what's the matter, Murli son, why are you not eating, has something happened?


Murli.Yes mother, today I was working in the furnace, so


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