waste segregation

One day, the garbage truck didn't turn up.Up until that time, I had never given much thought to the black plastic bags which I diligently tied with all my household waste in it. Everyday I kept it outside the door of my apartment in Malleshwaram to be taken away. It was the ‘kasa’, the ‘kachada’, the ‘garbage’ and that was it. Read this article by Savita Hiremath, a resident at Brigade Regency Apartments, on her experience. Up until that time, the sight of the large garbage collection truck, with its blue sheet flapping in the wind and leaving a trail…

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