Khijdiye Tekre

However, Bhoja felt that this time more than every year, there was a lot of khabka on this vada to take revenge on me. One is the water like diamond thread and additionally the frosty wires of Posh month. In the midst of this snowfall, Dill used to pick up the food completely and take care of the fence. It has not been difficult to wear it for a long time now. It was a year-old mop, and there were as many stains as carpets on it, and now, by rubbing those stains, the sieve was so worn out that it was no longer possible to restore it. Tadh Jiravavi was not new to Bhojan. In the past, when he had beaten the seamstresses, he used to tie weights from the standing mall even in the dark to match his sesame-colored body, but now he was tired and lacked the blood of youth. , so cold wires like the sting of a scorpion hissing from the anus of a deer gnaw the jaws of an armored prey. Bhojo used to watch the cloth shop in the village sitting behind the armored mound and would notice with his stealthy eyes the cloth bags being ridden on horses inside the shop. 'Madhavji Kapadio can fill yard after yard but not even tear a good piece of cloth like me!' Even a big man like Bhoja would give a sigh of relief and immediately the former Bhoji in him would rise up. "Put a ganesha in the middle of Madhiya's hat and gather it, then its hollows will be opened by wandering and I will pick up enough cloth to be lifted on the shoulder and gather it together..." But along with this picture, another picture was appearing: Pasayatas beating the cattle by removing Kubano's pug from the list of 'suspects' of the village.. 'No, no, in this inferior state, I will not suffer such a beating.' Bhoja turned this risk away. A fortunate coincidence came before Bhoja that there was no need to take such a risk. Khijdia mounds were used to bury young dead children. Its soil was not very hard so it could be dug single-handedly even with a simple small shovel. The boy to the village post-master there this evening Incarnate. Someone was saying that the boy was stillborn. Some say that he died after birth. above daughters The post-master, who had just received it, had a son at home years later, too Unlucky, he was shocked. This Baluda is the one who returns home in desperation and finds no happiness Later the master also did good charity. Madhavji's Dead by weaving high quality silk cloth from hand to handWrap the baby well. And Adhaman tied a bale of salt and walked to Master Khijdiye with four relatives. Uphale Dile was shivering in the cold, Madha was standing like a chadiya among the wet watermelons, thinking of breaking up the Kapadia shop and shivering from being beaten by the police. At the same time, people arrived at Khijdiye Tekre for the cremation of the post-master's son. Bhoja was not in the habit of addition-subtraction whether to manipulate or not. This man never developed the duplicity of a Danish prince. His life formula was to cut a page into two. Bhoja put that life formula into practice when the movement of seams stopped at night and Sopo fell. Taking a spade and a shovel from the cave, he climbed up the rotten mound. As a result of the long manuring season, efficient digging was easy for Bhoja. He was digging the child's grave with great care in order to slip the cloth without tearing or tearing it at all. Also, care had to be taken to ensure that the sound of the spade hitting the stone did not reach too far. Bhoja lifted the child from the pit, wrapping him in a blanket as if he were spreading manure by killing him and gently sliding the scoter over him. But as soon as he got up, he was surprised. That little firm lump of bone twitched slightly. Something like a right hand started moving up and down inside. Even the bhad adami like Bhoja got fired up. Where did the living child emerge from this burial mound of dead boys? Isn't this a fun game? But now where was the scope for such imaginations? But what to do? Return the stolen item to its original location? If the 100% safe way was the same, then the original purpose of digging this thor would be defeated. What about body-covering clothes? "Taking off the cloth, let me pretend that the boy was back...?" This thought came to him, but Bhojo himself trembled at the horror of it. The cry of the jackal was heard as it stomped on the bhimpat above the deer's abode. Even someone's khonkhara from the village fell to the ear. Now it was not safe to stand for long on this dug-out line. Without stopping to think about anything, Bhojo took the child down the rutted hill and stood in the clave Jiveli used to wake up hoping for the clothes she would get today She was just sitting and was sweltering with a feverBut at Bhoja, apart from clothes, one would wake up alive When the child was also presented, Jiveli was shocked. nettle Jiveli knew that Taker was going through many different kinds of activities And there were cumin too. Today's incident is no coincidence But convinced that it was a real accident She became a great mother and cradled this newborn child took The sound of the child, who was sustaining life by breathing air through the holes in the clay cover of the mound, also made its sound as it received the warmth of the mother. That very midnight, Bhoja ransacked the postmaster's deli chain. After making a detailed confession of the crime he intended to commit, Bhojo stood before the postmaster as a boy. The postmaster and his wife were happily watching the child as he tried to put his fisted fingers in his mouth. Now Bhoja was haunted by the fear of handing me over to the police. I do not rush to bury you already, ask the doctor to make sure; But you didn't believe...' The wife started giving sweet reprimands as she was half-hearted with the birth of her son. If you were in our destiny, why did you come back?" said the postmaster and then turned to Bhoja and said: 'Bhoja, ask for whatever reward comes to your mind.' Bhoja was not in the mood to say anything now. He could only fold his hands. As if apologizing for the criminal act he had committed. 'We have been given the view of the son's name in this inferior state;' The postmaster's wife used to say: 'The boy has become a p********e'. He kept our name. The more you count, the less my hero! Even if we make shoes of our skin, it will not be enough for you.' 'Just ask for reward, Bhoja!' said the postmaster again. 'Mota Sa'ab, a good takere to take the reward, but the cloth to cover the baidi does not stick; Small children like Ne Pahu migrate in this snow; Bhoja demanded that if you get a pair of rugs, you will get a big prize. 'That's it? Is that all you asked for?" 'I want your big man's favor...' 'I will open Madhavji's heart immediately.' The postmaster stood up and then shrugging his shoulders said: 'Ek ki, Babbe Jodayi Lugda Vetravyi Le...'