Mahartale
There is a history to the name Mahartale.
The place is blessed by sping water that never runs out of water.
The story goes like this. A Brahmin landlord employed a person, who happens to be from sub-caste Mahar.* In the lunch time Brahmin offers lunch to his employee which was “Aamil” (made from yogurt – dahi – taak) the employee suspected the Brahmin of cheating him by giving him unwanted food and hiding tasty food for himself. So the employee attacked the Brahmin with an iron rod which pierced his stomach. But out came the same “Aamil”, the employee repented and killed himself.
*Please no offence to anyone. I am just using this word in the interest of explaining the story.
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