Godown

part 1 Hori Ram gave both her oxen and water and said to her lady coriander, "Send the dung to the bolt." I do not know when I am going to return back. Just give me a stick. Dhaniya's both hands were filled with cow dung. I had come downstairs. Bid - Hey, do some juice-water then What is such a hurry? Hori shrank the forehead filled with his wrinkles and said - You have a lot of juice and water, I am worried that if it happens then the owner will not be present. Asanan-puja will start, then it will take hours to sit. 'By this I say, do some refreshments and if you do not go today, then who will be defeated!' He had gone to Pansas now.

'Why do not you bend in what you do not understand, brother! Give my lathi and mind your business. It is a consolation to live this way that there is still life left, no one can not even find out where that went. There are so many people in the village, whom did not evict, and who did not come? When the neck is suppressed by the other's feet, then it is only in the lungs.

Coriander was not so hands-on. He thought that if we take the land of the landowner, then he will take it for himself. Why to flatter him, why to cajole him. Although, in these twenty years of his married life, he had experienced a great deal of experience, whether in any way, to cut the stomach, even hold one coward by a tooth; But it is difficult for Lagaan to be successful. Even then, he did not give up, and on this subject, there was a battle in the days of men and women. Now only three are alive in his six offspring, one boy is a sixteen year old, and two girls sleep and Rupa, twelve and eight years old. Three sons died in their childhood. His mind still had to say, if he had medicines, he would have escaped; But he could not even fetch a medicinal drug. He was not too old. The year was forty-six years; But all the hair had grown, wrinkles had fallen on the face. The whole body was shattered, the beautiful wheat was colored and it seemed less than the eyes. Because of the anxiety of the stomach then Never got happiness in life. This lasting deterioration gave the self-esteem a form of indifference. In the house where stomach rotis can not be found, why so sweet? Through this situation, his mind used to have equal rebellion, and only after eating two or four rounds he had knowledge of reality.

He defeated Hori's sticks, mirajai, shoes, turban and tobacco wallet in front of him.
Hori showed his eyes towards him and said - What is the in-laws, who has brought five posas? Even in the in-laws, a young man is not sitting in the solicitor, who should go and show him.
Hori's deep palms, smiling face on the mood of the grin Coriander said while laughing - If you are young like this, then sister-in-law will look at you.
Hori said with tired mirage carefully, keeping it on the cot - do you understand, I got old? Not even forty years old yet. Man become macho at sixty.

Go and look at the lead in the lead. You do not have to read like a man on Sathe. Do not get milk and ghee until it is used, it will be there. Seeing your perspective, I go further dry, how will God cut old age? At whose door will you beg? '
That transient softness of Hori was scorched in this flame of reality. Talking about the timber charming - you will not be able to reach Sathee. Coriander will run before it.

Coriander disdained - let it be good Say any good thing to you, then you may feel cursed.
When Hori came out of the house with a stick on her shoulder, Coriander looked at her at the door and looked for a long time. Her frustrating words had put a vicious attack on the corpulent heart. She was giving her husband blessings to her husband from the full tenacity and fasting of her femininity. As with his heart, the horoscope of blessings, like Hali, was hidden inside him. Sohag was the only thorn in this unfathomable sea of ​​exile, which was caught by the sea. Even though these inconsistent words were near reality, as if by shaking, by the hand, it wanted to take away the support of the straw. Instead of being near reality, they had so much pain. What can be done to tell Kanana, what can happen to a man with two eyes?

Hori used to go stepping up. Seeing the green foliage of the trees of Uikh on both sides of the footpath, he said in his mind - God would be able to disperse from the village and if the pestilence is also good, then a cow will definitely take it. Do not make domestic songs, do not give milk, nor do they have any kind of work. If it is enough then let us go to oil merchant's grinder. No, he will get the cow dung. He will serve him a lot. If nothing else will be four-five cer milk? There is longing for dung milk. Do not eat or drink in this age, then when will you eat? If you drink milk for a whole year, then it is worth seeing. Calves will also turn out to be good bullocks. There will be no less than two hundred Goa. Then only from Gau, there is the entrance to the door. If you are darling every morning, what to say! Do not know when this process will be complete, when that good day will come!

Like every householder, in the heart of Hori, Gau's longing used to accumulate from time to time. This was the biggest dream of his life, the biggest of all. How to satisfy the bank's interest or purchase land or build a palace, how can it be settled in the heart of her ninety-nine!

Jeth's Sun, coming out from the clutches of mangoes, was climbing up on the sky, giving redness to Lalima with its silver-glory and the heat started coming in the air. Farmers working on both sides looked at him and offered Ram-Ram and invited him to drink with respect. But Hori did not have that much of holidays? Its odd

With respect and dignity being given such respect, he was creating a glimpse of his drought on his face. It is the offering of ownership that they all respect him or not, who asks him- what is the five bigha farmer's checkbook? It is not less respected that the three-three, four-four solution Mahto also bow in front of him.

Now he had left the trail between the fields and came into a wharf, where the rain was filled with water, and there was some greenery in Jeth. The villages of nearby villages used to come here to graze. In that humidity, there was some freshness and coolness in the air here. Hori took two or three breaths loudly. He came in his life, sit here for a while. All day long there is to die in Lu-lupt. Many farmers were ready to write this pit belt. Used to pay good money; But God bless Raisaah that he has said clearly, this land has been abandoned for grazing animals and will not be raised at any cost. If there were any selfish landlord, then we should sing it, we get money, why do we leave? But Raisaahb has yet to fulfill the old limit. The owner who does not obey the person is also a man?

Usually he saw, Bhola is coming towards this side of his cow. Bhola was a cowboy from the village and used to do milk and butter business. Sometimes when we got good prices, we used to sell the songs of farmers. Hori was tempted seeing those cows. What if you give him the cow next to him? The rupees will keep back and forth. He knew that there are no rupees in the house. Till the payment could not be repaid; There is still to be given to Bisair Sah, which is coming in the interest of the rupee, but a kind of shortsightedness in poverty, she is encouraged by the shamelessness which is not intimidated by sarcasm, abuse and even the kill. He was disturbed by the meditation that was stirring the mind of the year. Going closer to Bhola, said Ram-Ram Bhola Bhai, what are the colors? Have you brought new songs from the fair?

Bhola responded rudely He had taken the palm of Hori's mind - yes, brought two bucks and two songs. The earlier songs were all dried up. If you do not reach milk, then how can you pass?

Hori put his hand on the front of the cow's cow and said - the milk is known. How much did you get it for?

Bhola got the blessing - now the market is fast, it has to pay eighty rupees. The eyes came out. Thirty-thirty rupees were given by both girls. On the third, eight sets of cheaper rupees ask for milk.

'You are the brother of a big heavy lane, but also brought it back to the goods that will not be left to anyone in ten or five villages here.'

Bhola started feeling intoxicated. Bola - Raisahab used to give him a hundred rupees. Fifty-fifty rupees of both bouts, but we did not give it. If God desires, then I will beat a hundred rupees in this statement.

'What is doubt in it, brother? How master could purchase when he has left with nothing? If it is gifted, then you better take it. It is the kidney of people that you count the trust of money-rich rupees. I wish to see this always. Blessed is your life that you serve so much of the cow! Even cow dung is not available to us. If there is not even a cow in the house of a pistol, how shameful it is. Year-by-year passes away, there are no gorgeous settlements. The householder says repeatedly, why do not you say to Bhola brother? I tell you, whenever we meet then I'll tell you. There is a big perspective from your nature. she says, she can not see man like this when he talk, he put his eyes down and never up his head.'

This drunken cup made deeper into the addiction on Bhola. He said - The man is the one who considers the daughter-in-law of others to be his daughter-in-law. Anyone who looks towards someone else, should shoot him.

'You said this about the million rupees brother! Just gentleman, who understands others 'affection.'

'Just as the woman becomes orphan by the death of a man, in the same way the man's legs and feet are broken by the death of a woman. My house has got ruined, no one is giving water to it. '

Last year Bhola's woman was killed due to lu. It knew Hori, but fifty-fifty-year-old Dholka Bhola is so affectionate from within, he did not know. The lust of the woman became enamored in her eyes. Hori got the seat. Her practical farmer-wise became aware

'Old mascal is a bit of a liar - Bin Gharani Ghar ghost ghara Why do not you fix the engagement anymore? '

'I am in the pillow, but no one gets trapped fast. I am also ready to do fifty-five As God's will. '

'Now I will be in Firak. If God wants, then he will go home soon. '

'Just, understand that brother will recover! There is enough to eat in the house, God has been kind. Four pasari gets daily milk, but what work?

'There is a mehariya in my in-laws' house. Three-four years passed, his man left him and went to Calcutta. Poor is grinding and living. There is no one to have child and child. Good to see and hear. Just understand the lust. '

Bhola's shrunken face was as smooth. There is so much elixir in hope! Said, now it's only your support, Mahto! Leave, so let's see one day.

'I will tell you right then. Dissatisfaction also worsens. '

'When you want, then come on. If you are tempted by the grave, then take it. '

'This cow does not value my grandfather. I do not want to harm you. It is not your fault that friends' throats. Just like so many days have passed, anyway, more will pass. '

'You do things like this, just like we are you two. Please take this cow, and pay as you like. As she lived here at my place, similarly she lived there at your place. Eighty rupees had taken, you give eighty rupees only

D. Go.'

'But I do not have cash, grandfather, understand.'

'Then who is your brother, you ask for cash?'

Hori's chest became yawning. In eighty rupees, the cow was not expensive. Such a good deal, both in June, seven-to-seven-milk milk, straight and such a child also milked. It will be one hundred and fifty cubits. If you bend at the door, the entrance to the door will increase. He had to give him four hundred rupees; But he considered borrowing as a free way. If the brother-in-law's marriage has been cured, then he will not speak for a year or two. If not even engagement, then what happens to Hori! This will happen, Bhola will come to complain repeatedly, will spoil, give abuses; But Hori was not much ashamed of it. He was addicted to this behavior. It is the blessed food of Farmer's life. He was cheating with Bhola and the trade was not conducive to his limitations. Still there was no difference in the transaction and whether it was read or not in the transaction. Droughts and droughts kept their minds intact. Rudra form of God was always in front of him; But this deception was not considered deception in his policy. It was only selfishness and it was not a bad thing. He used to do such a trick every day and night. Even at the cost of two to four rupees in the house, he used to eat in front of Mahajan that there was not even a pie. Due to the wetting of the sun and filling some sesame seeds in cotton, it was justified in its policy and here it was not only selfishness, but also a little entertainment. The old age of old age is a ridiculous thing, and if some sting is also taken from such potholes, then there is no blame-no sin.

Bhola gave the cow's pahagia in the hands of Hori, said, "Take away Mahato, what will you also remember?" Take six syrup milk as mentioned above. Let me drop you at your home. May be they will consider you as unknown and harass you little on the way. Now tell you the truth, the owners used to pay ninety rupees, but what do they appreciate about the cow? Giving me some princes What interests do officials have in servicing cows? They know that blood sucks. As long as you give milk, keep it, sell it to someone else. Who would get her, who knows. Rupiah is not everything, brother, there is some religion. If she is able to live comfortably in your house. It will not be that you keep on eating and sleeping gau. Serve him, love, kiss. Cow will bless us. What should I tell you, brother, there is no clutter in the house. The rupees went out in the market. Thought, take some of the mahajan to take the straw; But Mahajan did not make the first. He refused. That is why worry about feeding so many animals. If I fill it with a pinch, then it is really worth every day. Only God can deliver us from this.

Hori said in the voice of sympathy - why did not you tell us before - we sold a cart straw.

Bhola started knocking the crown and said - That is why brother should cry for the most of his grief; Nobody shares, everybody laughs. Those who have dried up, will not eat their gum, feed the leaf-feeding and take the district; But, it now can not live without roughage. If possible, then give ten to twenty rupees for the straw.

The farmer is surely selfish, there is no doubt in it. The money of bribe from his knot goes out very difficult, he is also attentive in the sense of interest, to redeem one penny of interest, he lays down the Mahajan's hours, until he becomes a true believer, It does not get entangled, but his whole life is permanent support from nature. Trees are fruitful, they eat the public, there is grain in the farm, it works for the world; There is milk in the cow's than, he does not go to drink himself, and drinks the second, there is rain from the clouds, the earth is satisfied with it. Where is the place for corrupt selfishness in such company? Hori was a farmer and he did not even learn to bake his hand in someone's burning house.

Her attitude changed when she heard the misery of Bhola. Talking to the paghaiya in the hands of Bhola, I do not have rupees and grandfather I do not have. Yes, a little bit of the straw is left, he'll give it to you. Get up and wake up You will sell cow for the straw, and I will! Will not my hands get cut?

Bhola said to the humble throat - Your bulls will not starve. You have also kept such a lot of brown rice.

'No grandfather, now the straw was good.'

'I talked to you unsatisfied straw'.

'If you did not say and I knew from the back, then I would have a big pig, that you understood me so much. If you do not have a brother's help when you get an opportunity, how can you work? '

'Take this cow so you go.'

'Not yet grandfather, I will take it.'

'So take the cut in the price of straw milk.'

Hori said in a sad voice - Dada-Kaudi, what's in it's grandfather, I eat a couple of meals on June 2, then you ask me for a price?

'But will your bulls die hungry or not?

'God will remove some subilal only. Rainy season is round the corner. I will drink bitter. '

'But this cow has become yours. The day you wish, take it. '

'There is a sin in taking a bull that is sacrificing on a brother's lump, your cow is in this time.'

Hori had the power to remove the skin of the hair, then he happily took the cow and went home. When Bhola did not ask for cash, it was clear that he is not selling cow for straw, but it has some other meaning; But, like the horse, because of the threat of the leaves, the horse becomes unknowable and does not take any step even after killing, the same condition was of Hori. Taking the things of the crisis is sin, this thing became part of his soul from birth and birthdays.

Bhola said to the gagad ganda - so send someone to straw?

Hori responded - I am going to the rider of Raisaahab now. From there I will return to the clock, then only send it to anyone.

The tears in Bhola's eyes were filled. Said - you have me today

Hori brother took salvage! I now know that I am not alone in the world. Even I have a well-wisher. After a moment he said again - do not forget that thing.

When Hori moved forward, he was cheerful. The heart was full of quirky energy. What happened, ten or five minds will go away, and poor poor will not have to sell their cow in crisis. When I have a fodder, then the cow will open. By God's grace, let me find a wife. Then there is nothing to talk about.

He turned back and looked. The grave cow flushed the fly with the tail, the head shaking, the mastani went down in a slow motion, as if there was a queen in the middle of the barracks. What auspicious will be that day, when Kamdhenu bids at her door.