"I am really sorry," I whispered, "I always knew that it was terrible, but I could never have guessed, not even in my dreams, that people of this country can cross all the limits." "Not all the people," she said, softly yet sternly, "Just a few. Others are innocent and noble." I gaped, unable to believe her. "Nazira, why do you love this country so much? Don't you realize? It's an impure dustbin, full of garbage and rotten materials." "Dustbins can be purified," she said instantly. "All we need is someone capable to clean this garbage." Cover Credits - Devesh Soni
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