3 Expectations got vanished...

It was early morning. At the gate of Ishwar, the village headman and some villagers were seated. Advocate was engaged in preparing the contract of house. Repeatedly made pens and kept letters repeatedly, but the pride of the letter did not improve. Ishwar had a flourish and Chandani was overjoyed. Kedar was withering and dejected.

The chief said - " Ishwar took care of younger brother. Some villagers approved.

Advocate asked - Name of the writer who writes?

Elder brother said - Kedar son of Shivdutt.

'And the one who writes?'

'Ishwar son of Shivdutt.'

Kedar looked at the elder brother in surprise. Eyes came tense. Ishwar did not look at him. Villagers, chieftain and advocate were also amazed. Is Ishwar paying the money himself? The conversation was with a moneylender. When money is present in the house, what was the need of this mortgage? So much mistrust in brotherhood. Is Kedar not to be trusted for 50 thousand? And if he did not return money, would the money wasted.

Juhi was standing on the doorpost. She always respected Ishwar, but today only rituals prevented her from talking her brother-in-law.

When the old mother listened, the dry river rose. She once looked up at the sky and hit his head.

Now she remembered the day when it was such a beautiful golden morning and two lovely children sat on her lap and jumped and ate milk and bread. At that time there was so much pride in the eyes of the mother, how much zeal and enthusiasm in the heart.

But today, ah! Today there is shame in the nines and grief in the heart. Looking at the earth, she said in a bitter voice - O God! Were such sons to be born in my own womb?