It was a Sunday afternoon, where most of the people were in imagination in their own dream worlds. I passed across every street of the town and checked every garbage bag. There were foods which still had expiry dates not yet over. Most of them are rotten. I picked some food items and finished my lunch that afternoon.

Kids were playing on the street with a ball. In a short span, the ball fell into the drainage. The kids were reluctant to get down and reuse the ball. I got down and took the ball. When I was about to give them, they all ran away. I couldn't figure out whether it was a ball with full of sludge on it or a man with full of dirt on him. Untouchables can be touched when they have been cleaned by our thoughts. I picked the ball, so my son could play with it.

In another street, a woman was about to dump the garbage. After seeing me she kept the garbage by the doorstep and went off. I checked everything. It was filled with sand, dust particles with some vegetable garbage in it. I reminded of a retired teacher, who lives in my next street who asks for vegetable waste to convert it into a manure for his garden. I picked up the bag, and I started walking to the main road.

I was walking in the pedestrian way. On the way, I found a silver chain and a silver ring. I felt it on my feet while walking. Anyone could have thought to sell it at first sight. But on looking itself I found out it's a fake. I thought of giving it to my wife who loves to wear ornaments.

On the way, there were so many shops selling soft drinks and snacks. People were rushing to eat in every eatery. On seeing me most of them turned their head and felt annoyed. Their facial expressions were confused to give an expression to my face. I picked up the empty cans and wrappers so I could give them to the trash and earn a handsome of money. People eat trash to put trash, I pick trash to gain trash. It's a vicious cycle.

Past the main road there were houses giving me papers, so I can weigh them and I can return them with money. Loads of paper were there in a magistrate's house. I picked them up and handed them over it to a trash collector. Some paper fell in between. I didn't mind it because it's less than a gram. Then I got some money in the transit.

After returning to my home, I saw my son coming with a smile to me. Then I cleaned the ball and handed over it to him to play. I gave the fake jewellery to my wife who wore it with a pride. After relaxing for some time, I looked onto the papers which fell in my bag. It was written something. I couldn't understand it. Before a month I bought my son a book which helps him to read and write. It's also been picked from the magistrate's house. I asked my son to read the paper and explain what is in it. He read out the words, but he couldn't decipher the meaning.

The next day he went to school with the paper. We stayed on the roadside near the school, so it was easy for him to go. He went to school and came back for lunch. He told me that it was a judgment copy given about 20 years back stating that 

"In this judgement, I hear by notify that RAGPICKERS and UNAUTHORISED people staying in the street will be notified and given necessary identity and they will be allotted specified jobs within 2 years. Strict action will be enforced if it's not undertaken and contributing to unplanned urbanization".

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