5. Nice life scenes

Days do not seem to be late. Two years have passed. Pandit Mataram He used to come regularly in the morning and teach the doctrine of Kaumudi, but now he was coming only for following the rules, because in the reading of this book, Virjan was no longer alive. One day Munshi ji came to the engineer's office. Was sitting in the room. The servant was opening the shoelace that Radhia Mahari came out of the house smiling and kept the envelope with the seal stamped in her hand, her face started laughing. It was written on Sirnam - In the service of Mr. Baba Saheb Is received.

Munshi-o, whose envelope did you bring? It is not mine to belong to the government, you open it. Who gave Mushi? Did any man come from outside? Mahari smiling bid - you will know if you open Munshiji was amazed and opened the envelope. It was written in the letter that came out of it--

Baba and reached Palagan. Here is Kushal-Mangal by your grace. I always celebrate your skillful Shri Vishwanathji. I learned the language from Pratap. He comes to school and teaches me daily in the evening. Now you bring good books for us, because reading is the priceless thing of life, its great importance is written. A person should collect knowledge and wealth from body and mind. All sorrows are removed by learning. I told the story of Baital Pachisi yesterday to my aunt. He gave me a beautiful doll at the award. Is very good. I will marry her, then I will take money from you. I will no longer study with the priest. Mother does not know that I read the language.

Your beloved Virjan

Seeing the commendation, Munshiji's conscience began to tickle. Then he read the whole letter in one breath. Mare ran inside barefoot laughing with joy. Took Pratap in his lap and then holding the hands of the two children went to Sushila. Showing him the letter and said - understand, whose letter is this?

Susheela-Lao two in hand, see. Munshi-no, sit there and tell me, what will you give Munshiji-fifty rupees, if you go out quickly, Sushit-extinguished milk, washed Susheela-first rupees, otherwise you will turn back. Munshi ji says he is a leper, now he will get money. Got any such tutujia?

Saying this, he showed the ten rupee note out of his pocket. Susheela - How much is the note? Munshi ji - fifty rupees in hand, look at Susheela - I will take it, I say Munshi ji - yes yes, take it, tell me first. Sushila-Lallu is Bring note, now I will not accept Woke up saying this and held Munshi's hand.

Munshiji - what a duck! You took the snatch of note, did not promise it? Started deviating from now.

Munshi-ji She was completely confused. Susheela - Come on, let's pretend. Desire to grab a note. Why is Lallu your only letter?

Pratap, looking down at Munshiji with a low vision, said slowly - Where did I'm?

Munshi-Lajao, Lajao. Susheela - he lies. He is irritated by that, you guys have come to you. Pratap - not my letter, truth! Virjan has written. Susheela was surprised and bidding Then she ran and snatched the letter from her husband's hand and looked at him with astonishment, but still could not believe. Asked Virjan - Why daughter, is it written by you? Virjan bowed his head and said yes. On hearing this, Mother took him from the gorge.

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now from today, Virjan's condition is that when you see, the pages with the stylus are black. He had no purpose before from the occupations of the house; The coming of writing became soothing in gold. Mother would have been amused by seeing his filthiness, father would not have blossomed with joy, would always bring new books that Virjan would say, then he would read. If ever she would wash her feet, take her food or wash her own hands, then the mothers would be very angry at the women-eyes. Fat is covered She is pouring water out of her hand and you stare face up!

like this time passed, the twelfth year of Virjan was completed, but till now he could not boil rice. There was never an opportunity to sit in front of the stove. Suwama said to his mother one day - sister, Virjan is dead, will you not teach anything wrong? Susheela - what can I say, I want to hang the luggage but I stop thinking about it. Suvama - What do you think? Susheela - Nothing. Lethargy comes Suvama - So hand it over to me. Making food is the most important thing for women.

Susheela - She will not be sitting in front of the stove. Suwama comes from working. Susheela - (blushing) will wither the cheeks with flowers. Suwama - (laughing) Do fruits grow anywhere without withering?

Virjan started cooking food from the next day. For the first ten or five days, he had great difficulty in sitting in front of the stove. If the fire does not burn or starts burning, then water flows through the eyes. They would turn red like a herb. Many silk saris were destroyed by the sparks. Blisters in hands But all got progressively. Suwama was such a sweet woman that she would never get angry and used to call her daily and put her to work.

It would not have been more than two months to prepare food for Virjan that one day he said to Pratap - I have come to cook food in a rhythm. Majesty Vision - I had my Unaya meal yesterday by aunt. Was very happy Pratap - brother, give me a visit one day. Virjan said happily - well, art.

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At nine o'clock the next day, Virjan called Pratap to dine. When he went and saw, he was shocked. The sweet smell of new soil is coming. The posture is cleanly spread. One plate has rice and chapatis. Lentils and vegetables are placed in separate bowls. Lotta and glass are filled with water. Seeing this cleanliness and manner, Pratap came directly to Munshi Sanjeevanlal and made him stand in front of the fours. Munshiji jumped with joy. Remove the clothes, wash your hands and feet and sit in the foursome with Pratap. Poor Virjan, what did you know that even these monies would become unconscious. He made food only for Pratap. She was very ashamed that day and started looking at her mother with suppressed eyes. Susheela went palm. Smilingly said to Munshiji, a separate meal has been prepared for you. What did you jump between the boys?

Vrajrani served a small meal in two thalias while making a blush. Munshi-Virjan has made good chapatis. Soft, white and sweet. Look at Pratap-rice, splash and choose. Munshiji - I have never eaten such chapattis. Salan is very tasty. Virjan! Pratap started laughing, saying, 'Give uncle the shredded potatoes'. Virjan shook his head down. The pot was getting dry. Susheela- (from husband) Now you will wake up, even if you have licked the whole kitchen, you are still adamant!

Munshiji- Is your resin dripping? Nidan both woke up in the kitchen. Munshi took out a stamp at the same time and gave Virjan a prize.

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