Cleaning Habits, Not Streets

Every morning, the old man swept the same street. People threw trash. Dogs tore open bags.

Auto drivers laughed. One boy asked him, “Why do you clean? It’ll be dirty again.” The old man smiled

and picked up a chocolate wrapper. “I’m not cleaning the road,” he said. “I’m cleaning habits.”

Years passed. The boy grew up. One day, he stopped his bike Someone watched

him. And that’s how the street finally became clean.