It was a beautiful city. Unlike other cities, it was a place without much noise or any other kind of disturbances.
Yes, to speak truthfully, the city had everything—streets, shops, houses, and schools. Like other cities, this city too had noise and bustle.
In such a setting, at the corner of a street, there was an old lady who ran a small sweet shop selling laddus. She had a deep affection for her shop. Her laddus were so famous that the whole city praised them.
However, after some time, a problem arose for that beloved shop. The issue was that a rumor spread across the town that the laddus being sold were causing some kind of illness.
Hearing this, the old lady was deeply distressed. In that state of mind, she began to think: "What could be the cause of this illness?" As she kept pondering, she stepped outside. There, she noticed that in front of her shop, a drainage pipe had broken and sewage water had been flowing onto the street for several days.
Noticing this, the old lady decided to close her shop for a few days and started touring the city. According to her observations, in many parts of the city, broken sewage pipes were left unattended, garbage was dumped in various places emitting foul smells, stagnant water had become breeding grounds for mosquitoes, and on top of all this, pollution from various vehicles was causing great discomfort to people.
Meanwhile, the government sent officials to shut down and seal her shop. The old lady stood up to them and said that there was nothing wrong with her laddus and that the real cause of illness was the lack of cleanliness in many parts of the city. She presented all the evidence she had gathered right before the authorities, leaving them shocked and speechless, unsure of what to do.
In this situation, the grandmother went directly to the government office and told everything. The superiors there immediately took action and within a short time the entire city was restored and the disease that had spread disappeared. For this, a felicitation ceremony was held on behalf of the government in memory of the grandmother's actions.
Again, the grandmother opened her laddu shop and started living happily.