Vinghachalch Mountain stood like a god in the dark darkness of midnight. The small trees that grew up on them were densified, as if it were their hair, and the house of Ashtabhuja Devi, whose vestiges were flowing in the waves of air, the head of the god is a shimmering in the temple. There was a lamp, which was considered to mean a faintest star.
The midnight was over Everywhere was dead silence. The black waves of Gangaji were flowing beneath the mountains with a pleasant flow. The sound of an entertaining melody was coming out of their drift. Around the edge of the boats and on the shores, the fliers of the sailors were seen. At that time, a white cloth woman was sitting in front of Ashtabhuja Devi. His adult face was yellow and expressions of nobility were revealed. He said after long bowing his head and bowing his head.
'mother! Today, no Tuesday has been done since twenty years since I did not bow my head on your feet. It did not happen one day while I did not take care of your feet. You are the queen of the world. My desire for my heart was not fulfilled even after serving you so much. Where do I leave you? '
'mother. I kept hundreds of pilgrims, worshiped the gods', pilgrims, but the desire was not fulfilled. Then came your refuge. Where do I go leaving you? You have always fulfilled the desires of your devotees. Should I be disappointed with your court? '
Similarly, Suwama kept on requesting. Anurag, who accidentally attacked the mind, attacked. His eyes closed and ears came in the ears
'Suvada! I am very pleased with you. Demand, what do you want?
Suva was thrilled; His heart started thumping. Today, twenty years later the Queen appeared to her. She quips, 'What will I ask for, will she give me the queen'?
'Yes, get it.'
'I have done austerity and will ask for a huge gift.'
'What will be the wealth of Kuber?'
'No.'
'Force of india.'
'No.'
'The education of Saraswati?'
'No.'
'What will you take?'
'The best substance in the world.'
'what is that?'
'Dear Son.'
'Who lights the name of the total?'
'No.'
'Who should serve the parents?'
'No.'
'Who is a scholar and strong?'
'No.'
'Then who is the son of the son?'
'Who should give thanks to his country.'
'Blessed is your intellect!' Go, your wish will be fulfilled.
Vinghachalch Mountain stood like a god in the dark darkness of midnight. The small trees that grew up on them were such that they are their hair, and the temple of Ashtabhuja Devi, whose vestibule white spellings is in the heart of the air.
Quietude
Munshi Shaligram was an old wealthy man of Banaras. Life was advocated and parental property was also high. His glorious home touched Dashashmandh Ghat on the sky. Generous such that the annual income of twenty-five thousand thirty was not even full. He was the great lord of the Sages-Brahmins. Whatever he earns, he himself gets spent in the store and truthful deeds of Brahmanabhas and Sadhus. A sadhu-Mahatma should come in the city, the guest of Munshi ji. Such scholars of Sanskrit believed that the great scholars considered their iron as a follower of the Vedantic Principles. His mind was tending towards renunciation.
Munshiji had a lot of love for her children. The children of the school used to be circumscribed with their love-interest. When they left the house, a group of Balakas used to accompany them. One day a stone-hearted mother killed her child. The boy was crying and crying. Mr. Munshi could not stop himself. Ran, lifted the child in his arms and bowed his head in front of the woman. The woman swore an oath not to kill her boy from that day, who is so affectionate to the other boys, how much she will love her child, so out of the estimate. Since the son was born, Munshi ji got separated from all the affairs of the world. Somewhere they are hitting the boy in the hindol and are pleased. Somewhere they are dragging themselves by sitting in a beautiful park. Even for a moment, he did not take him away from him. They forgot themselves in the affection of the child.
Suwama had named the boy as Pratapchandra. As his name was so were his deeds. He was very talented and beautiful. When he used to speak, the listeners got captivated. The magnificent frontal was a firebrush The limb was so strong that even the two-handed boys did not understand anything. In this very young age, his body was divine and knowledgeable that if he suddenly came in front of an unknown man, he would start to wonder.
Thus laughing six years have passed. On the day of happiness, like the wind, they get out of sleep and do not even know. They are the days of misfortune and the night of calamity, which do not cut down. It's how many days since the birth of Pratap. The congenial sound of congratulation was echoing in the ears, the sixth anniversary came to an end. The end of the sixth year was the sunny day. The mundane relation of Munshi Shaligram was only showy. He used to lead a useless and uncomfortable life. Although manifested as ordinary people, they were visibly appeased by the afflictions of the world and afflicted with pleasures, but their minds always used to enjoy the great and joyful peace, on which there is no excitement of sorrow and happiness Does not affect
It was the month of March. It was Kumbh Mela at Prayag. In trains, passengers were transported to Prayag as a cotton wool. Eighty-eighty years old - for whom it was difficult to get up for years - limping, lathis were going to Prayagaraj by going to the floor. The great sage-mahatma, whose desire of attraction was to drag people into the dark caves of the Himalayas, at that time came to meet the holy waves of Gangaji. Munshi Shaligram also found it alluring. Speak with Suvam - tomorrow is the bath.
Suvasha - The whole village became silent No one is seen.
Munshi - You do not accept walking, otherwise it will be great pleasure. You have never seen such a fair.
Suvasha - My life is frightened by such a fair.
Munshi - My ji does not believe me. Since then, since Swami Paramanand has come, the mind is getting disturbed.
Suvash did not agree on his first visit, but when he saw that it did not stop, he was convinced. On that day Munshi went to Prayagraj at eleven o'clock in the night. While walking, he kissed Pratap's face and embraced the woman with love. Suvasha saw at that time that his men were sleeping. His heart almost came to a halt. Just as the heart of the farmer begins to see the black dosage in Chaitra month, the same Bhati Munshji saw the eye of the eyes and the Suvash was shocked. Those drops of tears were the ocean of valor and sacrifice. They were small particles like water, but they were so serious and widespread.
Munshi ji went out of the house and here Suvash took a cold breath. Someone said in his heart that now you will not be seeing your husband. One day passed, two days passed, the fourth day came and the night went, until the whole week had passed, but the Munshi did not come. Then the Horoscope began to become disturbed. Wired, ran the man, but did not know anything. The second week also ended in similar efforts. Whatever the remaining hope of returning Munshi Ji, all of them were found in the soil. The disappearance of Munshi Ji was not only for his family, but for all the cities it was a tragedy. At the shops in the hats, there was a conversation in Hathiyo, that is all four. He who hears, he also mourns - what is rich, what is poor? This was everyone's hobby. Because of this, all the excitement was spreading. Now there was a sadness. The streets where they used to come out with a flock of children, the dust was flying there. The children used to cry and stooge to come to them equal. Where was the goodness of those servants that now the Pramod Sabha has dissolved. Their mother crumpled with anchor as her mother-in-law died.
By the way
The cry of Munshi ji's cry went all around crying. But the thickest tears on them were falling from the eyes of those trips and great people, whose accounts of pick-up were not done yet. After ten or twelve days, after doing the bite, after each one began showing letters of account. Gauri has come in a Brahmin bhoj and a price has not been given. There is a two-hundred maida of yogi. Bajaj has thousands of accounts. At the time of making the temple, one Mahajan had taken twenty thousand loan, he was just lying down, it was a case of accounting. This condition of content was that there was no cost other than an excellent house and related materials, so that any large amount could be raised. Apart from selling property, there was no other way, due to which money could be repaid by receiving money.
The poor Subhma head sat on the lower mud and Pratap Chandra was kneeling in the courtyard riding on his wooden horse that Pandit Motram Shastri - who was the priest of the whole - came in. Smiling. Seeing them happy, the disappointed Suvara got shocked and wondered whether perhaps they brought some good news. She gave a seat for them and looked with hope. Panditji sitting on easy and smelling snuffs said, you saw the accounts of the Mahajans?
Suvasha said in frustrating words-yes, if you see it.
The bigger amount is bigger. Munshiji did not think anything in a hurry, did not keep accounting for himself.
Suvashah- Yes, now this money is deep, otherwise if you do so many rupees, one has got up in one meal.
Motram- not all day passes.
Suvasha - Now the God who will be able to do, what can I do?
Motram- Yes, the desire of God is original, but have you thought anything?
Suvasha-yes will sell the village.
Motram-Ram-Ram What does this say If the land is sold, then what will be the matter?
Motram-Bhal, if the earth came out of the hand, then how will you sustain life?
Suva-Our God is the owner. The same fleet will cross.
It will be a matter of great regret that the children of such a devout man will suffer misery.
Suvama - This is the desire of God, so what is the use of anyone?
Motram-Bhala, let me tell you a tip that even snakes die and the stick does not break even.
Suva- Yes, it would be a great favor.
Motram- First, write a letter and give it to the Collector, that the forgiveness should be waived. Leave the rest of the money on us. We will do whatever we want, but we will not be able to come to the area.
Suvasha - Even if something is revealed, where will you bring so many bucks?
Motram- What is the lack of money for you? It is not a big deal to get rid of fifty thousand rupees without writing the name of Munshi ji. The truth is that the rupee is kept, there is a delay of 'yes' to your mouth.
Suvama - the gentlemen of the city must have collected?
Motram- Yes, rupee got accumulated in the talk-matter Sir's gesture was enough.
Pray-Pray for liberation and tax-liberation will not be written to me and I want to take the loan in my master's name. I will pay every one of my money for my villages.
By saying this, Suvada turned her back on her face, and she began to glisten with anger on her yellow and grieving body. Motram saw that the thing wanted to deteriorate, so be careful and say - well, just like your wish. There is no compulsion in this. But if we see any kind of grief, then that day will be a disaster. Just understand this.
Suva - do you want me to keep the burden of others in my husband's name? I will die in this house, I will die due to hunger, but I will not worship anyone.
Motram-shi: Six: Who can wear you up? What kind of thing does it take from the mouth? There is no shame in borrowing. Who is a rich man, who does not have a loan of two lakhs of rupees?
Suvasha - I do not believe that this loan has been settled.
Motram- Suva, where did your intellect go? Well, all sorts of grief, but do not you have mercy on this child?
Motramaam suffered a lot of this injury. Suvma has become disgusted. He looked towards the son with a compassionate look. What kind of penance I did not do for this child? Is there a grief in his destiny? The Amola was protected from the intense blight of the climate, on which the rays of the sun did not fall, which was still irrigated with affection, will he burn today in this flaming sunshine and the flames of this fire? Suwama worried about it for many minutes. Motram-Man-O-Mana was pleased that now it has been unfurled. In this, Suvada raised his head and said- The father whose father raised lakhs of food could not be dependent on others. If the father's religion is his assistant, then he will feed himself ten and eat. Calling the boy 'son' Just come here Tomorrow your dessert, milk and ghee will all be closed. Will not you cry? ' By saying this, he sat with the son lovingly and wiped the sweat of his pink cheeks and kissed it.
Pratap- what did you say? Sweets will be closed from tomorrow? Why is not sweets at the confectionery store?
Suva is sweet, but who will pay for it?
Pratap- If we grow up, then give him a lot of money. Walk, nose Nick Seeing mother, how fast is the horse.
Again, tears were flowing from the eyes of the Subama. 'Ha Hunt. On this idol of beauty and beauty, objections of poverty will come. No, I myself will enjoy everything. But I will not allow my dear child to come to the cover of objection. ' Mother was thinking this and Pratap was absorbed in full force to climb his stubborn and clumsy horse. Children are the king of mind.
Impression that Motram Ram has spread a lot. A variety of words
Hey, but Suvasha once did not 'Yes' or 'Yes'. The news of this self-defense who heard, blessed, said. His prestige doubled in the hearts of people. He did what was right, to do such a satisfactory and kind-hearted man's woman.
On the fifteenth day of the terraces ascend on the auction. Total loan received was received from fifty thousand rupees. The home's unnecessary goods were sold. Even in the house, Suvada paused two separate sections from the high and high walls. You started living in one and the other picked up on the hire. Was blowing in the rings, that is the head of God, there was a shining lamp in the temple, which was seen as a faint star.
The midnight was over Everywhere was dead silence. The black waves of Gangaji were flowing beneath the mountains with a pleasant flow. The sound of an entertaining melody was coming out of their drift. Around the edge of the boats and on the shores, the fliers of the sailors were seen. At that time, a white cloth woman was sitting in front of Ashtabhuja Devi. His adult face was yellow and expressions of nobility were revealed. He said after long bowing his head and bowing his head.
'mother! Today, no Tuesday has been done since twenty years since I did not bow my head on your feet. It did not happen one day while I did not take care of your feet. You are the queen of the world. My desire for my heart was not fulfilled even after serving you so much. Where do I leave you? '
'mother. I kept hundreds of pilgrims, worshiped the gods', pilgrims, but the desire was not fulfilled. Then came your refuge. Where do I go leaving you? You have always fulfilled the desires of your devotees. Should I be disappointed with your court? '
Similarly, Suwama kept on requesting. Anurag, who accidentally attacked the mind, attacked. His eyes closed and ears came in the ears
'Suvada! I am very pleased with you. Demand, what do you want?
Suva was thrilled; His heart started thumping. Today, twenty years later the Queen appeared to her. She quips, 'What will I ask for, will she give me the queen'?
'Yes, get it.'
'I have done austerity and will ask for a huge gift.'
'What will be the wealth of Kuber?'
'No.'
'Force of india.'
'No.'
'The education of Saraswati?'
'No.'
'What will you take?'
'The best substance in the world.'
'what is that?'
'Dear Son.'
'Who lights the name of the total?'
'No.'
'Who should serve the parents?'
'No.'
'Who is a scholar and strong?'
'No.'
'Then who is the son of the son?'
'Who should give thanks to his country.'
'Blessed is your intellect!' Go, your wish will be fulfilled.
part 2
Munshi Sanjivanlal, who had taken the house of Suvam, was a very thoughtful man. Earlier, he was appointed on a prestigious position, but could not keep the officers happy because of his free will. He even resigned from his persuasiveness. At the time of the servant had collected some capital, so after leaving the job, he turned towards contractualization and he made good assets in a short span of labor. At this time his income was not less than four to five hundred monthly. He had found some empirical intelligence that in the work that he put in, there was no loss of profit.
Munshi Sanjivanlal's family was not big. God gave the children many, but at that time the pupil's nunas were only a priest. His name was very old. That was the life of the couple's life.
Friendship started from Pratapchandra and Vragrani on the very first day. In the half an hour, both of them started flipping like birds. Virajan showed his dolls, toys and shoes, Pratapchandra showed his books, writings and pictures. Virajjan's mother Sushila took Pratapchandra and took her in love. From that day on, it comes to the regular evening and both play together. It seemed that both of them were siblings. Sushila sits and loses both the boys in the lap. Varanjun also occasionally goes to Pratap's house, after seeing the two gaze of gaze. When Suva succumed her, she forgot her grief, took it to her chest, and flaunted her mind by listening to her innocents.
One day Munshi Sanjivanlal came out from the house and saw that Pratap and Virenjan are sitting in the chairs in the office. Pratap is reading a book and Virjyan is listening to meditation. As soon as the two looked up Munshiji, they stood up. Vidarajan ran and walked in the lap of the father and Pratap stood on one side by lowering his head. What kind of talented child was. Age was not more than eight years, but the symptom was showing prospective talent. Munshi ji, clean clothes on the hair like the divine face, thin-red red-red hair, sharp chest, black-black illusion, said, 'Come here, Pratap.
Pratap gradually came to some hesitation- Sakucheta. Munshi ji sat on her lap with fatherly love and asked- What book are you just reading?
Pratap had to say that Virajan was speaking- Baba was speaking. There were good stories. Why dad Did the birds first speak like ours?
Munshi ji smiled-yes They used to speak a lot
He could not even go out of his mouth completely, that Pratap, whose hesitation was gone now, said, "No wonder, you forget these stories."
Munshi ji laughed at this fearless repudiation.
Now, Pratap began to feel like a parrot - the school is so big that people across the city should sit in it. The walls are so high, like palm. When Baldev Prasad hit the ball, he went to the sky. On the big master sahib's table, green has been made. There are flowers filled with flowers. The water of Gangaji is blue. It flows so loud that if there is mountain in the middle then it will flit. There is a saint Baba. Rail runs sun-flax His engine speaks shamelessly There is steam in the engine, the vehicle runs on it. Trees with cars are also seen running.
How many things Pratap had heard in his Bholi-Bhali dialect, sitting quietly like Virjan's picture. He was also riding on the railway two or three times. But till date it was not known who made him and why he did it. Twice he had even questioned Guruji, but he said this by saying that child, God's glory is a huge and powerful horse, which is why so many trains are taken for sun-sun. When Pratap was silent, Virajan put his father's throat hand and said- Baba. We also
Read Pratap's book.
Munshi-daughter, you read Sanskrit, it is a language, it is a language.
Wise-I will read the language too. What are the good stories in this? There is no story in my book. Why is Baba reading?
Munshi ji bungalows started peeping. He has not given attention to the fact that till today, what is the reading? Right now they were scratching the forehead that Pratap was speaking - I saw reading, reading to him.
Varanjan - Do not I read? Do not you read my reading?
Vidarajan Sidrant was studying Kaumudi, Pratap said- You roam like a parrot.
The midnight was over Everywhere was dead silence. The black waves of Gangaji were flowing beneath the mountains with a pleasant flow. The sound of an entertaining melody was coming out of their drift. Around the edge of the boats and on the shores, the fliers of the sailors were seen. At that time, a white cloth woman was sitting in front of Ashtabhuja Devi. His adult face was yellow and expressions of nobility were revealed. He said after long bowing his head and bowing his head.
'mother! Today, no Tuesday has been done since twenty years since I did not bow my head on your feet. It did not happen one day while I did not take care of your feet. You are the queen of the world. My desire for my heart was not fulfilled even after serving you so much. Where do I leave you? '
'mother. I kept hundreds of pilgrims, worshiped the gods', pilgrims, but the desire was not fulfilled. Then came your refuge. Where do I go leaving you? You have always fulfilled the desires of your devotees. Should I be disappointed with your court? '
Similarly, Suwama kept on requesting. Anurag, who accidentally attacked the mind, attacked. His eyes closed and ears came in the ears
'Suvada! I am very pleased with you. Demand, what do you want?
Suva was thrilled; His heart started thumping. Today, twenty years later the Queen appeared to her. She quips, 'What will I ask for, will she give me the queen'?
'Yes, get it.'
'I have done austerity and will ask for a huge gift.'
'What will be the wealth of Kuber?'
'No.'
'Force of india.'
'No.'
'The education of Saraswati?'
'No.'
'What will you take?'
'The best substance in the world.'
'what is that?'
'Dear Son.'
'Who lights the name of the total?'
'No.'
'Who should serve the parents?'
'No.'
'Who is a scholar and strong?'
'No.'
'Then who is the son of the son?'
'Who should give thanks to his country.'
'Blessed is your intellect!' Go, your wish will be fulfilled.
Vinghachalch Mountain stood like a god in the dark darkness of midnight. The small trees that grew up on them were such that they are their hair, and the temple of Ashtabhuja Devi, whose vestibule white spellings is in the heart of the air.
Quietude
Munshi Shaligram was an old wealthy man of Banaras. Life was advocated and parental property was also high. His glorious home touched Dashashmandh Ghat on the sky. Generous such that the annual income of twenty-five thousand thirty was not even full. He was the great lord of the Sages-Brahmins. Whatever he earns, he himself gets spent in the store and truthful deeds of Brahmanabhas and Sadhus. A sadhu-Mahatma should come in the city, the guest of Munshi ji. Such scholars of Sanskrit believed that the great scholars considered their iron as a follower of the Vedantic Principles. His mind was tending towards renunciation.
Munshiji had a lot of love for her children. The children of the school used to be circumscribed with their love-interest. When they left the house, a group of Balakas used to accompany them. One day a stone-hearted mother killed her child. The boy was crying and crying. Mr. Munshi could not stop himself. Ran, lifted the child in his arms and bowed his head in front of the woman. The woman swore an oath not to kill her boy from that day, who is so affectionate to the other boys, how much she will love her child, so out of the estimate. Since the son was born, Munshi ji got separated from all the affairs of the world. Somewhere they are hitting the boy in the hindol and are pleased. Somewhere they are dragging themselves by sitting in a beautiful park. Even for a moment, he did not take him away from him. They forgot themselves in the affection of the child.
Suwama had named the boy as Pratapchandra. As his name was so were his deeds. He was very talented and beautiful. When he used to speak, the listeners got captivated. The magnificent frontal was a firebrush The limb was so strong that even the two-handed boys did not understand anything. In this very young age, his body was divine and knowledgeable that if he suddenly came in front of an unknown man, he would start to wonder.
Thus laughing six years have passed. On the day of happiness, like the wind, they get out of sleep and do not even know. They are the days of misfortune and the night of calamity, which do not cut down. It's how many days since the birth of Pratap. The congenial sound of congratulation was echoing in the ears, the sixth anniversary came to an end. The end of the sixth year was the sunny day. The mundane relation of Munshi Shaligram was only showy. He used to lead a useless and uncomfortable life. Although manifested as ordinary people, they were visibly appeased by the afflictions of the world and afflicted with pleasures, but their minds always used to enjoy the great and joyful peace, on which there is no excitement of sorrow and happiness Does not affect
It was the month of March. It was Kumbh Mela at Prayag. In trains, passengers were transported to Prayag as a cotton wool. Eighty-eighty years old - for whom it was difficult to get up for years - limping, lathis were going to Prayagaraj by going to the floor. The great sage-mahatma, whose desire of attraction was to drag people into the dark caves of the Himalayas, at that time came to meet the holy waves of Gangaji. Munshi Shaligram also found it alluring. Speak with Suvam - tomorrow is the bath.
Suvasha - The whole village became silent No one is seen.
Munshi - You do not accept walking, otherwise it will be great pleasure. You have never seen such a fair.
Suvasha - My life is frightened by such a fair.
Munshi - My ji does not believe me. Since then, since Swami Paramanand has come, the mind is getting disturbed.
Suvash did not agree on his first visit, but when he saw that it did not stop, he was convinced. On that day Munshi went to Prayagraj at eleven o'clock in the night. While walking, he kissed Pratap's face and embraced the woman with love. Suvasha saw at that time that his men were sleeping. His heart almost came to a halt. Just as the heart of the farmer begins to see the black dosage in Chaitra month, the same Bhati Munshji saw the eye of the eyes and the Suvash was shocked. Those drops of tears were the ocean of valor and sacrifice. They were small particles like water, but they were so serious and widespread.
Munshi ji went out of the house and here Suvash took a cold breath. Someone said in his heart that now you will not be seeing your husband. One day passed, two days passed, the fourth day came and the night went, until the whole week had passed, but the Munshi did not come. Then the Horoscope began to become disturbed. Wired, ran the man, but did not know anything. The second week also ended in similar efforts. Whatever the remaining hope of returning Munshi Ji, all of them were found in the soil. The disappearance of Munshi Ji was not only for his family, but for all the cities it was a tragedy. At the shops in the hats, there was a conversation in Hathiyo, that is all four. He who hears, he also mourns - what is rich, what is poor? This was everyone's hobby. Because of this, all the excitement was spreading. Now there was a sadness. The streets where they used to come out with a flock of children, the dust was flying there. The children used to cry and stooge to come to them equal. Where was the goodness of those servants that now the Pramod Sabha has dissolved. Their mother crumpled with anchor as her mother-in-law died.
By the way
The cry of Munshi ji's cry went all around crying. But the thickest tears on them were falling from the eyes of those trips and great people, whose accounts of pick-up were not done yet. After ten or twelve days, after doing the bite, after each one began showing letters of account. Gauri has come in a Brahmin bhoj and a price has not been given. There is a two-hundred maida of yogi. Bajaj has thousands of accounts. At the time of making the temple, one Mahajan had taken twenty thousand loan, he was just lying down, it was a case of accounting. This condition of content was that there was no cost other than an excellent house and related materials, so that any large amount could be raised. Apart from selling property, there was no other way, due to which money could be repaid by receiving money.
The poor Subhma head sat on the lower mud and Pratap Chandra was kneeling in the courtyard riding on his wooden horse that Pandit Motram Shastri - who was the priest of the whole - came in. Smiling. Seeing them happy, the disappointed Suvara got shocked and wondered whether perhaps they brought some good news. She gave a seat for them and looked with hope. Panditji sitting on easy and smelling snuffs said, you saw the accounts of the Mahajans?
Suvasha said in frustrating words-yes, if you see it.
The bigger amount is bigger. Munshiji did not think anything in a hurry, did not keep accounting for himself.
Suvashah- Yes, now this money is deep, otherwise if you do so many rupees, one has got up in one meal.
Motram- not all day passes.
Suvasha - Now the God who will be able to do, what can I do?
Motram- Yes, the desire of God is original, but have you thought anything?
Suvasha-yes will sell the village.
Motram-Ram-Ram What does this say If the land is sold, then what will be the matter?
Motram-Bhal, if the earth came out of the hand, then how will you sustain life?
Suva-Our God is the owner. The same fleet will cross.
It will be a matter of great regret that the children of such a devout man will suffer misery.
Suvama - This is the desire of God, so what is the use of anyone?
Motram-Bhala, let me tell you a tip that even snakes die and the stick does not break even.
Suva- Yes, it would be a great favor.
Motram- First, write a letter and give it to the Collector, that the forgiveness should be waived. Leave the rest of the money on us. We will do whatever we want, but we will not be able to come to the area.
Suvasha - Even if something is revealed, where will you bring so many bucks?
Motram- What is the lack of money for you? It is not a big deal to get rid of fifty thousand rupees without writing the name of Munshi ji. The truth is that the rupee is kept, there is a delay of 'yes' to your mouth.
Suvama - the gentlemen of the city must have collected?
Motram- Yes, rupee got accumulated in the talk-matter Sir's gesture was enough.
Pray-Pray for liberation and tax-liberation will not be written to me and I want to take the loan in my master's name. I will pay every one of my money for my villages.
By saying this, Suvada turned her back on her face, and she began to glisten with anger on her yellow and grieving body. Motram saw that the thing wanted to deteriorate, so be careful and say - well, just like your wish. There is no compulsion in this. But if we see any kind of grief, then that day will be a disaster. Just understand this.
Suva - do you want me to keep the burden of others in my husband's name? I will die in this house, I will die due to hunger, but I will not worship anyone.
Motram-shi: Six: Who can wear you up? What kind of thing does it take from the mouth? There is no shame in borrowing. Who is a rich man, who does not have a loan of two lakhs of rupees?
Suvasha - I do not believe that this loan has been settled.
Motram- Suva, where did your intellect go? Well, all sorts of grief, but do not you have mercy on this child?
Motramaam suffered a lot of this injury. Suvma has become disgusted. He looked towards the son with a compassionate look. What kind of penance I did not do for this child? Is there a grief in his destiny? The Amola was protected from the intense blight of the climate, on which the rays of the sun did not fall, which was still irrigated with affection, will he burn today in this flaming sunshine and the flames of this fire? Suwama worried about it for many minutes. Motram-Man-O-Mana was pleased that now it has been unfurled. In this, Suvada raised his head and said- The father whose father raised lakhs of food could not be dependent on others. If the father's religion is his assistant, then he will feed himself ten and eat. Calling the boy 'son' Just come here Tomorrow your dessert, milk and ghee will all be closed. Will not you cry? ' By saying this, he sat with the son lovingly and wiped the sweat of his pink cheeks and kissed it.
Pratap- what did you say? Sweets will be closed from tomorrow? Why is not sweets at the confectionery store?
Suva is sweet, but who will pay for it?
Pratap- If we grow up, then give him a lot of money. Walk, nose Nick Seeing mother, how fast is the horse.
Again, tears were flowing from the eyes of the Subama. 'Ha Hunt. On this idol of beauty and beauty, objections of poverty will come. No, I myself will enjoy everything. But I will not allow my dear child to come to the cover of objection. ' Mother was thinking this and Pratap was absorbed in full force to climb his stubborn and clumsy horse. Children are the king of mind.
Impression that Motram Ram has spread a lot. A variety of words
Hey, but Suvasha once did not 'Yes' or 'Yes'. The news of this self-defense who heard, blessed, said. His prestige doubled in the hearts of people. He did what was right, to do such a satisfactory and kind-hearted man's woman.
On the fifteenth day of the terraces ascend on the auction. Total loan received was received from fifty thousand rupees. The home's unnecessary goods were sold. Even in the house, Suvada paused two separate sections from the high and high walls. You started living in one and the other picked up on the hire. Was blowing in the rings, that is the head of God, there was a shining lamp in the temple, which was seen as a faint star.
The midnight was over Everywhere was dead silence. The black waves of Gangaji were flowing beneath the mountains with a pleasant flow. The sound of an entertaining melody was coming out of their drift. Around the edge of the boats and on the shores, the fliers of the sailors were seen. At that time, a white cloth woman was sitting in front of Ashtabhuja Devi. His adult face was yellow and expressions of nobility were revealed. He said after long bowing his head and bowing his head.
'mother! Today, no Tuesday has been done since twenty years since I did not bow my head on your feet. It did not happen one day while I did not take care of your feet. You are the queen of the world. My desire for my heart was not fulfilled even after serving you so much. Where do I leave you? '
'mother. I kept hundreds of pilgrims, worshiped the gods', pilgrims, but the desire was not fulfilled. Then came your refuge. Where do I go leaving you? You have always fulfilled the desires of your devotees. Should I be disappointed with your court? '
Similarly, Suwama kept on requesting. Anurag, who accidentally attacked the mind, attacked. His eyes closed and ears came in the ears
'Suvada! I am very pleased with you. Demand, what do you want?
Suva was thrilled; His heart started thumping. Today, twenty years later the Queen appeared to her. She quips, 'What will I ask for, will she give me the queen'?
'Yes, get it.'
'I have done austerity and will ask for a huge gift.'
'What will be the wealth of Kuber?'
'No.'
'Force of india.'
'No.'
'The education of Saraswati?'
'No.'
'What will you take?'
'The best substance in the world.'
'what is that?'
'Dear Son.'
'Who lights the name of the total?'
'No.'
'Who should serve the parents?'
'No.'
'Who is a scholar and strong?'
'No.'
'Then who is the son of the son?'
'Who should give thanks to his country.'
'Blessed is your intellect!' Go, your wish will be fulfilled.
part 2
Munshi Sanjivanlal, who had taken the house of Suvam, was a very thoughtful man. Earlier, he was appointed on a prestigious position, but could not keep the officers happy because of his free will. He even resigned from his persuasiveness. At the time of the servant had collected some capital, so after leaving the job, he turned towards contractualization and he made good assets in a short span of labor. At this time his income was not less than four to five hundred monthly. He had found some empirical intelligence that in the work that he put in, there was no loss of profit.
Munshi Sanjivanlal's family was not big. God gave the children many, but at that time the pupil's nunas were only a priest. His name was very old. That was the life of the couple's life.
Friendship started from Pratapchandra and Vragrani on the very first day. In the half an hour, both of them started flipping like birds. Virajan showed his dolls, toys and shoes, Pratapchandra showed his books, writings and pictures. Virajjan's mother Sushila took Pratapchandra and took her in love. From that day on, it comes to the regular evening and both play together. It seemed that both of them were siblings. Sushila sits and loses both the boys in the lap. Varanjun also occasionally goes to Pratap's house, after seeing the two gaze of gaze. When Suva succumed her, she forgot her grief, took it to her chest, and flaunted her mind by listening to her innocents.
One day Munshi Sanjivanlal came out from the house and saw that Pratap and Virenjan are sitting in the chairs in the office. Pratap is reading a book and Virjyan is listening to meditation. As soon as the two looked up Munshiji, they stood up. Vidarajan ran and walked in the lap of the father and Pratap stood on one side by lowering his head. What kind of talented child was. Age was not more than eight years, but the symptom was showing prospective talent. Munshi ji, clean clothes on the hair like the divine face, thin-red red-red hair, sharp chest, black-black illusion, said, 'Come here, Pratap.
Pratap gradually came to some hesitation- Sakucheta. Munshi ji sat on her lap with fatherly love and asked- What book are you just reading?
Pratap had to say that Virajan was speaking- Baba was speaking. There were good stories. Why dad Did the birds first speak like ours?
Munshi ji smiled-yes They used to speak a lot
He could not even go out of his mouth completely, that Pratap, whose hesitation was gone now, said, "No wonder, you forget these stories."
Munshi ji laughed at this fearless repudiation.
Now, Pratap began to feel like a parrot - the school is so big that people across the city should sit in it. The walls are so high, like palm. When Baldev Prasad hit the ball, he went to the sky. On the big master sahib's table, green has been made. There are flowers filled with flowers. The water of Gangaji is blue. It flows so loud that if there is mountain in the middle then it will flit. There is a saint Baba. Rail runs sun-flax His engine speaks shamelessly There is steam in the engine, the vehicle runs on it. Trees with cars are also seen running.
How many things Pratap had heard in his Bholi-Bhali dialect, sitting quietly like Virjan's picture. He was also riding on the railway two or three times. But till date it was not known who made him and why he did it. Twice he had even questioned Guruji, but he said this by saying that child, God's glory is a huge and powerful horse, which is why so many trains are taken for sun-sun. When Pratap was silent, Virajan put his father's throat hand and said- Baba. We also
Read Pratap's book.
Munshi-daughter, you read Sanskrit, it is a language, it is a language.
Wise-I will read the language too. What are the good stories in this? There is no story in my book. Why is Baba reading?
Munshi ji bungalows started peeping. He has not given attention to the fact that till today, what is the reading? Right now they were scratching the forehead that Pratap was speaking - I saw reading, reading to him.
Varanjan - Do not I read? Do not you read my reading?
Vidarajan Sidrant was studying Kaumudi, Pratap said- You roam like a parrot.
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