Janaki Janaki used to live in a small village in Bikaner. Her husband had suffered from incurable disease, and had died a few years ago, leaving her alone and destitute in the world. In Janaki’s lap, she had a flower like a flower, whose responsibility for upbringing now fell on her weak shoulders. For the good upbringing of his daughter, Janaki started the work of getting utensils in people’s homes. Time wings

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