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Have several posters I want to hang however I am trying to avoid damage to my rental that has nothing but cement walls.

Double sided carpet tape (if you can get if off your fingers).

The Bread of cement

At that time I was in the class session. One day our Masterji took us out of town. He wanted to know something about life the people. We crossed a big bridge that could have been built a thousand years ago. Masterji told us that this bridge was built in the time of Sher Shah Suri. All the bricks were intact, and despite all the leads and the tears, the bridge was having no cracks. Masterji told us that in days gone by people at work were sincere and the people who had been supervising the construction works were also very loyal, honest and sincere.

Then we were going through a small bridge built over a small canal. had developed so many cracks and there was the bulletin board where special warning was given that heavy vehicles are not allowed to cross the bridge. Masterji told us that this bridge could have been constructed two three years ago, but since the cement had been eaten by the contractors and the people who were supervising construction work therefore, this new bridge could not withstand the wear and tear and within the first five years of heavy traffic construction has been prohibited.

We had been seeing a lot of other things too, but one thing remains heavy on my mind. People could eat cement. I've never eaten cement, and my parents always provided with the bread of cement. That might have been the reason that both my parents were very weak and were wrong. On the other hand I began to consider each family member Ujjagar Singh contractor who lived in our Mohalla. All were healthy and strong and happy. I was sad that my parents never knew that the cement could be useful to themselves and other family members for maintenance and development of good health.

A few days I noticed that some construction work started in the building of our school.

Most work was carried out with the aid of cement. A day I went to workers who were working there.

I ordered a small amount of cement from them. They called an envelope that I brought and gave a small amount of cement to me. I put the envelope in the school bag and went home. When I got home, he said,

"Mother, I have brought some cement of my school. "I opened my bag and pulled out the cement on it. I gave my mother that surround and asked to prepare a pan of cement. Insisted I'm going to eat bread made of cement-to-day. She was surprised, but I kept insisting that she can prepare a concrete bread for me. When he disagreed, he said,

"My son loved people, are poor. We are weak people. This cement is very difficult to digest. It would not be able to digest. Only the rich can digest cement. "

She remained silent for some time and took me by the hand of cement and placed it in the mantle of the house so he could show this cement my father on his return from work. I calculated that my father asked my mother to prepare cement bread at night.

At night, when I came father, also said that the cement can not be eaten. He suggested that tomorrow is Sunday and that will be the application of this cement around the hand pump which was in a state agitated. I could understand that none of our house knew that cement could be eaten. That is why we are not keeping good health.

So do not There is no benefit to press for the bread of cement. At midnight, I got up and went to where cement envelop had been placed by me. I took some cement it and put it in my mouth uncooked. Immediately dry cement action began and it became very difficult for me to have air inside. I cried and my parents got up and ran toward me. They saw that I was trying to eat dry cement. Immediately washed out and applying the oil in the mouth and in contact with a neighbor who called a doctor who requested the implementation of a drug and said the child should be OK for tomorrow and if all treatment needs later, should be brought to your clinic.

My mother was crying and she was saying,

"I had told the boy that this cement can not be digested by us poor. This is the diet of rich people. But he did not agree or accept my version. "

But I was still surprised to note that my parents had no knowledge that this cement could be eaten. I feel it in this ignorance.

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