Sukanya Samriddhi Yojana

 Sukanya Samriddhi Yojana


Hi hi sawrkar scheme a ni a. Nau nuhmeite (kum 10) tlinglo hai ta ding a nih. A hrietthiem awl zawngin ei nau nuhmei hai ta dinga pawisa lo inkhawlna ni chu. 


Kum 10 an tling hma in Post Office a SSA account hi hawng thei a ni a. Account hawng huna minimum deposit chu cheng 250 ana, a tam tieng tak chu lakh khat le sing nga a nih. A interest chu 7.6% pa a nih. Chun, hi account hi ei hawng ta chun kum tin a tlawm takah cheng 250 sung zie a ngaia. Kum khat sungin i nuom hun hunah i sung theia, anachu kum khat sunga pawisa i sung thei zat chu 1.5 L a nih.


Hi account hi i hawng nia inthawka tiemin kum 21 a tling phat a puitling (mature) ding a nih. I naunu kum 21 a tling ni loin, a account khan kum 21 a tling phat. 


Chubakah, hi account a hin kum 15 sung pawisa sung i ta, chu zo chu sung loin a puitling i nghak tawp ding a nih. 


Chun, hi account a pawisa i sunghai hi Lekha inchukna ding leia ṭul tawm tawm a ni chun kei dawk thei i tih. Khawm chun, i naunu khan pawl 10 a zo phat annawleh, kum 18 a tling hunah. Hi inchuk sangna dinga kei dawk ding khawm hin a account a pawisa um zat 50% chau a ni ding a nih. Vawikhata i lakdawk vawng naw khawmin kum khata vawikhat pei la dawk thei i tih. 


Sawrkar hin nuhmei hai hamṭhatna dinga hi scheme hi a buotsai a ni a. Chu leiin scheme danghai laka khawm a pung hi a tamtak a nih. Hieng ang, ei hamṭhatna dinga sawrkar in a buotsai si hin chu, a sawr ṭangkai tu ni tum seng ei tiu.  

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