Old age is the second phase of childhood. There was nothing left but the taste of the old man. Eyes, hands, feet all responded. They used to lie on the ground and when the family members did something against their will, when it was time to eat or the quantity was not enough or something came from the market and they did not get it, they started crying and their crying was not just crying. She was crying loudly. Her husband died a long time ago. Seven sons died when they were young and now they had no one in the world except one nephew. In the name of this nephew, he gave all the property. When he wrote, he made a lot of promises, but those promises were only a green garden, the annual income of this property was not less than one and a half rupees, but the old woman could hardly get a full stomach of grains. Buddha Rama was a man of good nature, but only so long as no fire struck his pocket. Rupa was quick-tempered but afraid of Ishwara, so the old woman's quickness did not blossom as much as Buddha Rama's goodness. Buddha Rama sometimes realized his injustice. They thought that the wealth of this property made me a good man at that time and if the situation could be improved by verbal appeasement or hardship, they would not hesitate, but the fear of further expenditure kept their goodness suppressed.
If anyone in the whole house loved Ka-Ki, it was Buddha Ram's little girl Ladli. Ladli used to eat her share of sweets by sitting next to the old woman, fearing her two brothers.
It was night time. A clarinet was playing at Buddha Ram's door and the children of the village were singing in amazement. On all fours, the guests were applying nikkis with the barbers they had taken. The tilak of Buddha Ram's son Sikh Ram has come. This is his celebration. Masturat was singing in the house and Rupa was busy preparing the food for the guests.
The old woman was sitting in her dark room. This delicious fragrance was making him eager. She used to think in her heart that I might not get full. It was so late, no one brought food.
The image of Puris started dancing in the eyes of the old woman. It will be very soft and soft. The kachuris will smell like celery and ala bachi. If she found a whole one, she would take it in her hand and look at it. Why not walk and sit in front of the pit. Puri will float in the pit. It will be hot from the pan and kept in the kushuti.
Having decided in this way, the old woman sat cross-legged, scratched on her hands, got down from all the frames with difficulty and crawled slowly to the pan. Rupa was in a state of confusion at that time. I used to go to this room, sometimes to that room. Sometimes near the pit, sometimes on the cellar. Someone came from outside and said: "Maharaj is asking for cold." It started getting cold. Meanwhile someone said again: Bhat has come, give him something. For Bhat, Siddha was extracting that one
The third man came and asked how long is it until the food is ready? Just take down the drum. The poor, lonely woman was running around wondering. She used to growl and growl, but her anger did not get a chance to come out. There was a fear that the neighbors would not start saying that they should be boiled. His throat was parched due to thirst. She used to be suffocated by the heat, but where was she free to drink some water or fan herself? There was also a fear that the daughter and things would be stolen. In the midst of this struggle, he saw the old woman sitting next to the pan and got burnt. The anger could not be stopped, there was no thought that the neighbors were sitting, what would they say in their hearts. What will people say in Mardane if they hear it? Just like a frog pounces on a turtle, she pounced on the old woman's neck and clasped it with both hands and said, "His stomach is on fire, his stomach is full of fire. He was suffocating while sitting in the closet. The guests did not eat." She could not be patient until then. She came and rode on her breast. If the village sees it, he will say that she has grown up, she cannot eat her fill, only then she walks around smelling like this." It's done. "The name is sold, the nose will be cut off. It's so hard, I don't know where it's consumed. If you want it, go and sit in the bed. When the people of the house want it, you will also get it. "The old woman did not raise her head. She did not cry or speak, she quietly crawled away to her room. Ladli was much taller than her. She was a forgetful, straightforward girl. She was full of childish playfulness and joy. She was complaining that why don't these people give Ka Ki a lot of puris. The guests will eat only a little of everything, and if Ka Ki eats before the guests, what will go wrong? She wanted to go to Ki and give her absolution, but she did not go because of the fear of her mother. He did not eat the whole of his portion. They kept their dolls locked in the bars. She wanted to take this to Puri Ka Ki. His heart was racing. The old lady will sit up as soon as she hears my voice. How happy they will be to see Puri. I will love you very much. It was eleven o'clock at night. Rupa was sleeping in the courtyard. There was no sleep in Ladli's eyes. The joy of feeding Ka-Ki Puri did not let him sleep. He kept the doll rack in front of him. When she was sure that Amma was sleeping unheeded, she got up secretly and started thinking how to walk. It was dark all around. Only the fire was glowing in the hearths. Ladley's gaze went to the neem tree with the door. He blinked in fear
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