Poverty is again the monster that engulfs the common sense even. This is a story of a rickshaw driver who earns Rs 300 a day after working hard all day long. He buys the commodities for home on daily basis and today he has spent Rs 150 on the basic house hold needs. Rs 100 are meant to pay the dues for rent, utility bills, school fee for children. He is left with Rs 50 only. His son has been suffering from chest infection. Anwar Ali, the rikshaw driver takes his son to a Free Dispensary where he gets free prescription for his son but the price for medicine is Rs 150. He can't afford it. Left with no way out of the problem he takes his son to a religious person who reads out some verses from the Holy Book so as to ward the imminent Tuberculosis off. This is a satire actually.
