After doing de-pharmacy, Kishan started working at the medical store, along with other boys. Occasionally, if a poor Gurba came to the shop to buy medicine, Kishan would reduce it by four paise.
The boys next door complained to the owner. Kishan lamented his hard work for two years and said, "Give me one tenth of my salary, don't fire me," but no hearing was held. Finally, with the help of some good people, Kishan opened a drug store.
Right next to the shop where he was taken. An old man was taking medicine and was saying, 'Son, such a cheap medicine.' Kishan's reply was, 'Baba ji this shop is one tenth of our earnings',
Baba ji was thinking,' Alas! If other drug dealers also start paying tithes, then how much looting will stop for the poor man.
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