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It was the 13th day after her husband’s death. The priest who was performing rituals asked Mridula.
“Will you donate anything in memory of your husband?”
Mridula took some water in her hand and said
“I will give my corner plot to the government so that they can shift the temple that is currently in the middle of the road.”
“What kind of donation is that?”
“Dear Priest. My husband was knocked down by a car on a blind curve of the road as his view was obstructed by the walls of the temple which is located in the middle of the road. I will meet the commissioner and get the temple shifted so that these types of accidents do not happen and someone’s loved one is nor snatched in the future. That would be my real tribute to my husband.”
The temple got shifted to the new location. Now pedestrians reach their destination instead of reaching heaven.
