Benimadhav Singh was the landlord and nominee of Gauripur village. His grandfather was richly wealthy at some point of time. The village’s permanent pond and the temple which were now difficult to repair were the pillars of their own. It is said that the elephant was swirling at this door, now there was an old buffalo in its place, which had nothing left except for the bone; But milk probably gave a lot; Because no one man was riding on his head for a hawk. Benimadha Singh had offered more than half his property to the lawyers. His current income was not more than one thousand rupees annually. Mr. Thakur had two sons. The elder’s name was Sreekanth Singh. He spent a lot of work and after the business B. a. Had obtained the degree Now there was a servant in an office. The little boy Lalbihari Singh was a double-edged young man. Filled face, broad chest Two saree fresh milk of buffalo he got up and drank all day. The condition of Srikanth Singh was quite the opposite. These nectarous qualities he b. A.- These two letters were discredited. These two letters made their body weak and made the face brittle. This was his special love on medical texts. He had more confidence in Ayurvedic medicines. From his room in the evening, often the harmonious harmonious sound of Kharal used to be heard. Lectures from Lahore and Calcutta were written in large numbers.
Even though Srikanth was the master of this English language degree, English was not a special lover of social practices. Rather, he used to strongly condemn and disrespect him. This was his great honor in the village. In the days of Dussehra, he would join Ramlila with great enthusiasm and himself took part in any part of the party. He was the only birthrator of Ramlila in Gauripur. Praising the ancient Hindu civilization was the main part of their religion. He was the only worshiper of the family of the joint. Nowadays women who are irritated to meet women in the family, they considered it harmful to both caste and country. This was the reason that the villagers were their slanderers. Someone did not hesitate even to understand them as their enemy. He himself was opposed to his wife himself. It was not because he had a hatred for his father-in-law, brother-in-law or brother-in-law etc, but he thought that if a lot can be sustained and given to him, even if it can not be sustained with the family, then life will be ruined by day-to-day discord. It is better than to have your khichadi cooked separately.
The happy one was the girl of a high high total. His father was a small landowner. The huge building, an elephant, three dogs, eagles, deaf-hunter, chandelier, honorarium magistrates, and loans, which are the occupied substances of a prestigious land collector, were all present here. Name was Bhupasinh There were large liberal and talented men, but unfortunately the boy was not even one. There were seven girls and all of them survived by chance. In the first excitement he made three splendid hearts; But the debt of fifteen to twenty thousand rupees was on the head, the eyes opened, hand washed. Happy was the fourth girl. She had more forms and qualities than all her sisters. From this, Thakur Bhoop Singh loved him a lot. Perhaps the beautiful child wants his parents too much. Thakur Saheb was in big trouble – where should he get married? Neither did he want the debt burden to rise and neither did he accept that he had to think of himself as a destiny. One day Srikantha came to ask him for a rupee rupee. Maybe there was a donation of civilian publicity. Bhupsinh got entangled in his nature and was brilliantly married to Shrikantha Singh.
If the happy person came to his new house, then the color of the look has been different. The teammate who had been adamant since childhood, was not even named here. The elephants and horses did not say anything, there was no beautiful beauty. Silk was brought with a sleeper, but here in the garden where The windows were not in the house. No floor on the floor, no photos on the wall. It was the house of a simple pastoral household, but in a few days, the happy person made himself adaptable to this new state, as if he had never seen anything like luxuries.
One afternoon, Lalbihari Singh took two birds and spoke to the brother-in-law, quickly cook it, I am hungry. He was looking after his way by making happy food. Now she is sitting in a new dish. If you saw in the hawaii, ghee was not more than enough. The daughter of the big house, what is the advantage? He put all the ghee in the meat. Lalbihari sat down to eat, so there was no ghee in the dal, why did not you leave ghee in the dal?
The happy said, ghee fell into all the flesh. Lalbihari spoke loudly-now it has come back. Got up soon enough?
The cheerful replied: Today it is going to be full. I put all that in the meat.
The way the dry wood rises quickly, in the same way, the man who is stricken with apps gets tired of a little bit. Lalibhari said that this dhoti of badge was very bad, stuttered, that if the river of ghee flows in Maize!
The woman takes abuses, the cow also takes the coat; But McCay’s condemnation did not turn out to be true. Shouting a happy mouth, the bidi-elephant died, even nine lakhs. There is so much ghee that is eaten everyday.
Lalibhari was burnt, lifted up the plate and overturned it, and wanted to speak, hold the tongue and pull it.
Anand also got angry The face became red, the dialect said, if it were, then taste it today.
Now the untrained, untouchable was not with Thakur. His wife was the daughter of an ordinary landlord. When I wanted to live, I used to clean his hands on him. Raised the stone and thrown it out loud to the happy, and said, I will also see him on whose guilt and also you.
The happy man stopped the hand, the head was saved. But there was a big injury in the finger. He got up in his room, shouting like a moving leaf from the wind in anger. The strength and courage of the woman, the honor and the dignity of the husband. She is the husband of her husband’s strength and masculinity. The joyful blood is drowned.
Srikkanth Singh used to come home on Saturday. This event happened to Jupiter. For two days, the happy cottage remained in the building. Neither ate nor drank, kept looking at them. Finally, on Saturday, he came home regularly during the rituals, and sat outside, discussing things around, discussing some country-related news and some new cases etc. This conversation started till 10 o’clock in the night. The gentle men of the village enjoyed such pleasure in such things that food and drink were not appreciated. It used to be difficult for Shreekanth to get rid of him. This two-three-hour happy bites with great pain! Somehow the time for meals came. Panchayat emerged. If you were alone, then the Lalbihari said, brother-in-law, you will explain to your sister-in-law that you should talk with your mouth, otherwise you will become disheartened one day.
Benimadhav Singh witnessed on behalf of the son-yes, it is not good for the daughters-in-law to have the mouths of men.
Lalbihari-she is the daughter of a big house, so we are not even kurma-kahara. Srikanth asked in a tone of tone- What happened after all?
Lalbihari said-nothing; That’s how you got tangled up. We do not understand people in front of Mikey.
Shrikantha went to Kham Pi and went to the happy. She was sitting full This Hazrat was also some sharp. The cheerful cheerleader asked – the mind is happy.
Say Srikanth: It is very happy. But what kind of trouble has you made in the house nowadays?
There was an emphasis on the tales of joy; Speech-who has set this fire on you, pray to him
Srikanth: Why are you so hot, tell me something.
Happy-what should I say, this is my fate! Otherwise, the villainous Chokra, who does not have the strength to pamper her, do not stutter me by standing with me standing.
Srikanth: Tell all the things clearly, then you know. I do not know anything.
The happy-day your cousin asked me to cook meat. Ghee was not more than bread-filled in the hawi. I put all that in the meat. When he sat down, he started saying, ‘Why is not ghee in the dal. On this, I started to say good-bye to my uncle – I was not there. I said that there is so much ghee that they eat barley, and nobody knows. On this very matter, this unjust person has thrown me on me. If you do not stop by hand, then the head bursts. Ask him, what I have said is true or false.
Srikanth’s eyes became red. Spoke-up here, this little boy’s courage!
The joyful women started crying because of their nature, because tears live on their eyelids. Srikanth was a very brave and quiet man. They would probably get angry; Women’s tears give oil work to provoke men’s wrath. Overnight, the barges kept changing. Due to anxiety, do not blink till the eyelid. In the morning, I went to my father and said, ‘Now I will not be able to live in this house.’
On saying such rebellious things, Shrikantha often took many friends with his hand; But unfortunately, today they themselves have to say the same thing with their mouth; It is also easy to preach to others.
Benimadhav Singh got upset and said, why?
Srikanth – so that I also have some idea of my honor and prestige. There is an outrage and injustice in your home now. Those elders should respect the elders, they climb their heads. I became the servant of another, does not live at home. Here are the women standing behind me and there are boots of shoes. Do not worry until a big deal Let one of the two say, till I can endure it, but it can never be that I would have to kick up and I would not kill.
Benimadhav Singh could not answer anything. Shreekanth always respected him. Seeing his attitude the old Thakur was shocked. Only this is spoken – son, do you become wise and do such things? Women thus destroy the house. It is not good to have too much head
Srikanth – That’s all I know, I am not such a fool with your blessings. You know yourself that many houses have been found in this village by explaining my own, but in such a horrendous and cruelty, it is unbearable for a woman whose dignity is a person’s honor in God’s court. You must be truthful, for me it is not less that there is no penalty for the Lalbihari.
Now Benimadhav Singh too warmed up. Can not hear such things and hear. Bale-Lal Bihari is your brother. Hold her ear whenever she is wrong, but …
I do not understand Srikanth-Lalbihihari as my brother now.
Benimadhav Singh – behind the woman?
Srikanth-ji, because of his cruelty and indecision
The two remained quiet for a while. Thakur Sahab wanted to calm the anger of the boy. But they did not want to accept that Lalbahari did any unjust act. In the meantime, many gentlemen of the village sat there on the pretext of Hukka-Chilam. When many women heard that Srikkanth was ready to fight the father behind his wife, he was very happy. Their spirits started to swell to listen to the pleasant scenes of both sides. In the village, there were some mischievous people who used to mind the mind at the positive pace of this total. They used to say- Srikanth is suppressed by his father, that is why he is submerged. She read the science, so she is a book worm. Benimadhav Singh does not do any work without his advice, it is his stupidity. The good wishes of these great greats were fulfilled today. Someone came and sat down to show a hukka and saw a receipt for the payment. Benimadhav Singh was an old man. These expressions were pounded. They decided that if there is anything, they will not give an opportunity to cling to these mischief. Immediately say soft words, son, I am not out of you. Whatever you want, now the boy has committed a crime.
The unhappy grill of Allahabad did not understand this fact. He had a habit of betraying his talk in the debating-club, what was the news of these handcuffs? The manner in which the father turned up was not understandable. Bola-With Bilbihari now can not live in this house.
Benimadhav-son, wise men do not pay attention to fools She is a stupid guy. If you have forgotten that, you grow up and you are sorry.
Srikanth – I can not tolerate this wickedness of mine Either the same will stay in the house, or I am the same. If you are more cute then leave me, I will handle my load. If I want to keep it, then tell me where you want it. Just this is my last determination.
Lalbihari Singh was listening to the elder brother quietly standing on the door of the door. He used to respect them very much. She had never had the courage to sit on the couch in front of Srikanth, drink a hookah or drink a drink. He did not even respect the father. He was deeply adored by Shreekanth too. In his senses, he had never rammed it. When he came from Allahabad, he would have brought something for him. They made the pair of Mughdar. Last year, when he beat a dreaded soldier in a riot on Nagpanchami’s day, he went to the akhar and went to the akhada and hugged him, he had looted five rupees. Today, such a heart-breaking talk from the mouth of a brother has become a big distraction to the Lalbihari. He started crying bitterly. There is no doubt that he was repenting over his actions. One day before his brother’s arrival, his chest was throbbing to see what the brother said. How will I go in front of them, how to speak to them, how will my eyes raise them in front of them? He thought that my elder brother would make me understand that. Unlike this hope, today he found them being the idol of cruelty. She was stupid But his mind used to say that brother is doing injustice to me. If Srikanth calls him alone and says two things; Not only this, he would have given two or four steps, then he would not have suffered so much; But brother’s say that now I do not want to see it, did not get away with Lalbihari. He came home crying. Going into the closet, wearing clothes, wiping eyes, no one thought that she would cry. Then came at the door of the happy and said, sister-in-law, brother has decided that he will not stay with me in this house. Now he does not want to see my face, so now I go. I will never show my face to them. Forgive me whatever happened to me, forgive me.