I was walking towards Samakhusi Chowk when something in a pile of garbage caught my eye: a young sapling of mango. Three dark leaves on a stalk, three more in their tiniest, greenest potency.
If the strike by the Maoists were not ongoing, if garbage were being collected daily, and if it hadn't been raining, the garbage heaps wouldn't be so dotted with new mango plants.
Next time you walk past a pile of garbage, try to find these plants. It is more than likely you'll find some.
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