when life came to a stinking halt - best purifier

At this age, two things that bother me are waste and waist management.
It is correct to say that the width of the waist is inversely proportional to the width of the brain as it grows older: in other words, the waist becomes wider and the brain narrows.
So all I can do is try to accept it.
Now God answers my prayers, "You always ask for more and more, and you complain when I give you more.
"You can't reason with the Almighty;
After all, I will see him in a few years.
So I picked up the object and put it on the burner behind it with heat, smoke and steam --
But keep in mind that it is still burning, especially when I come across an object that can slide into the size of S.
But the issue that I need to focus on urgently is waste management.
You live in a big city where the whole place is a huge, friendly dump and may not be able to understand or empathize with people living in a small town like Thrissur.
To solve this problem, Thrissur has nervous every nerve in the brain, but has not yet found a solution.
So I'm on my own.
Unlike big cities, people in Thrissur still strongly protect the square "sight" area outside their house.
They don't even allow a small, harmless tissue to fall calmly.
The signboard is louder than the newspaper title, such as "Don't discard waste here, people who discard waste here will be persecuted-oops --Prosecuted…. .
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So what should I do?
When workers stop collecting garbage, life is at a terrible standstill.
I look out the window like a lonely lover.
But they did not arrive.
I didn't realize that I had been standing by that window for three days until the smell of rubbish blew my nose off.
I decided that I had to do something about it.
I was surprised to realize that there would be so much waste in a day, and if it was not treated every day, it would pile up, and even vegetable waste would smell, even the best purifiers can't get rid of the bad smell as stated in the commercial ads, and worst of all, waste management is a woman's job! "What do you do?
I asked my neighbor.
"Well, on the next street, everyone is dumping garbage and there is an untidy property. So do I. ”Whew! What a relief!
I haven't wasted any more time.
I picked up the uneven plastic cover, spilled and burst at the seams, embarked on a journey of happiness, singing all the way to the next street.
I am very happy to see a pile of great things because my conscience is so weak that I cannot initiate or initiate a pile on someone else's property.
I am not so brave.
I can only follow others.
But my happiness is short.
There is a huge wall around the pile.
At the top of the pile is a sign: "It is illegal to dump garbage here.
These NRIs in Kerala can build walls overnight.
So my waste and I went back to the starting point.
As I walked back, a speeding car slammed the brakes, the windows rolled down, and a pair of quick hands stuffed a huge plastic cover out.
It fell in front of me with a bang.
I stopped soon.
Immediately, the door to my house opened and a fierce man rushed out. “Not there! Not there!
Catch you, catch you.
Pick it up and pick it up ".
Even before I realized the full importance of what had just happened, I was ordered to pick up the plastic cover.
I protested: "It's not mine, it's not mine.
But he said, "I don't care . "Pick it up.
"In order to shorten a long quarrel, I ended up carrying a second bulging plastic bag.
I have no patience so far.
I was angry and frustrated and didn't get punished for my fault and I made a decision.
The first thing I did was grab my conscience and stuff it into a stinking bag, and then I threw both bags on the wall, the wall seems to be another desolate run for my life
I am happy to realize that my legs are still intact --
But my conscience came home.
There's a stench now.
Still, it's finally won!
Triumph, I'm home.
On the way, I met a cleaner friend and complained to her about my predicament.
"Mom, at least you can throw the kitchen garbage on the wall," she said.
But what should I do about human waste?
I looked at her puzzled.
"I have a husband who is purely a waste.
All he did was drink and drink.
He slept all day, and when I got home at night, he beat me all over and took my day's income.
Then he got home drunk and continued to abuse me.
Can I throw him on the wall?
"So I was relieved when I got home that some people had a more serious problem with" waste management.
After all, tomorrow is another new day, and thanks to NRIs, I can find another desolate place where I can use it before the signboard is decorated. (
The author's email id is joyceejames @ gmail. com)