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CHAPTER 12: It's not your fault, Sumathi



Meanwhile, I noticed Lakshmana Rao was coming alone without his bike and was talking to an old man who was passing by, “what happened to your Motorcycle, Sir?” as the old man asked.  “The fuel got over while I was on my way to the Petrol Bunk, while I was pushing my motorcycle it got stuck in the river sand,” Lakshmana Rao said.  “Don’t worry, I will send my grandsons, they will help you pull your motorcycle out,” as the old man said, “thank you so much,” Lakshmana Rao said with a huge smile on his face.  “You wait in the Clinic, I will sendward my grandsons,” the old man said and left the place.