Kabuliwala

Written by

Ravindranath Thakur

My five-year-old daughter Mini can't help but say a word.

In the morning, as I was handing over the seventeenth chapter of my novel, Mini Asiya started and said, "Daddy, Ramdayal was calling koa the crow, he doesn't know anything." She sits at my feet next to my writing table with her own two knees and

Take the hand too fast

He started playing Agdum-Bagdum in pronunciation.

My house is on the side of the road. Suddenly Mini left the Agdum-Bagdum game and ran to the window and shouted, "Kabuliwala, O Kabuliwala."

Wearing loose-fitting clothes, a turban on his head, a sack around his neck, a box of two or four grapes in his hand, a long Kabuliwala was walking along the path.

As Kabuliwala smiled at Minnie's screams and turned to face us and started coming towards our house, she ran to the inner city with a sigh, and no sign of her could be seen. He had a blind faith in his mind that if he searched inside the bag, he could find two or four living human beings.

I called her from the inner city with the intention of dispelling Mini's unfounded fears and she stood beside me. Kabuli took the raisins out of the bag and went to give them to him. He did not take anything, but remained at my knees with double suspicion. The first introduction went like this.

A few days later, one morning when I was leaving the house, I saw my daughter-in-law near the door

Sitting on the bench, he is speaking fluently and Kabuliwala is sitting at his feet listening with a smile and occasionally expressing his views in context. In Mini's five-year life experience, she has never had such a patient listener without her father. Again, his little area is full of almonds and raisins.

I got the news that this is not the second meeting of Mini with Kabuliwala, in the meantime he has come almost every day and has taken possession of Mini's small heart by bribing her with peanuts.

I saw that there were a few jokes and jokes between these two friends - for example, as soon as I saw Rahmat, my daughter would smile and ask, "Kabuliwala, and Kabuliwala, what is inside Taymar and Jhuli."

Mercy would raise an unnecessary crescent and reply with a smile, "Elephant."

One more thing was common among them. Rahmat used to say to Mini, "Khokhi, you will never go to your father-in-law's house!"

Without answering in one corner of the word, he would remain silent and ask, "Will you go to your father-in-law's house?"

Rahmat boasted a huge fist to his fictional father-in-law and said, "Hami will kill his father-in-law.

On hearing this, Mini smiled imagining the plight of an unfamiliar creature in the corner called father-in-law.

Mini's mother is very timid. He was not completely sure about Rahmat Kabuliwala. He repeatedly asked me to pay special attention to him.

One morning I was sitting in my sixth room editing the proofsheet. At that time a heavy gale was heard in the street.

Looking around, a group of curious boys followed him, with two guards tying up our mercy. I went outside the door and made the guard stand, asking what was the matter.

After listening to some of it, some of it to Rahmat, I came to know that one of our neighbors denied the debt to Rahmat for a Lake Rampuri chador, and while he was arguing about it, Rahmat put a knife in his hand.

While Rahmat was insulting the liar in various inaudible ways, Kabuliwala and Kabuliwala came out of the mini house shouting.

Rahmat's face became cheerful in a moment of laughter. Mini absolutely asked him, "Will you go to the in-laws' house?"

Rahmat laughed and said, "Going there."

Rahmat was sentenced to several years in prison for the crime of fatal injury.

I kind of forgot about him.

How many years have passed. Sanai is playing in my house tonight. Today is mine

Mini's wedding.

I was sitting in my writing room looking at the accounts, when Rahmat came and greeted me. I didn't recognize him at first. He didn't have that bag, he didn't have that long hair, he didn't have the energy in his body as before. I finally saw his smile and recognized him.

I said, "What a mercy, when did you come?"

"I was released from prison yesterday evening," he said. I started wishing, on this auspicious day of today, it is better to leave this lake.

I told him, "We have a job at home today. I'm busy. You go today."

As soon as he heard that, he immediately started to leave, finally he went to the door and hesitated a little and said, "Can't I see Khokhi once?"

I said, "I have work at home today, and I can't see anyone today."

He seemed to be hurt. Standing still, he once looked at my face with a fixed gaze, then went out the door saying 'Salam'. I felt a little pain. I think I will call him back, I see at such a time

She's coming back to you.

He approached and said, "I brought this grape and some raisins for almonds, give it to him." As I was about to take them and pay the price, he suddenly clasped my hand and said, "Your kindness, I will remember you forever" - don't give me money.

I also have a girl in the country. I remember his face and bring some fruits for your khokhi, I don't come to bargain with him.

Saying this, he ran his hand inside your Tila shirt and took out a piece of dirty paper from somewhere near his chest. I carefully unfolded the folds and found them lying on my table in two hands, a sixth handprint on the paper. Not a photograph, not an oil painting, a little bit of bhusa in hand

Makhaiya has taken his mark on the paper. Mercy comes to the streets of Calcutta every year to sell fruits, carrying this souvenir of her daughter close to her chest. My eyes widened at the sight. That handprint reminded me of Mini 1. I immediately called her from the inner city. There were many objections in the inner city.

But I did not listen to anything. Rangacheli-wearing forehead-sandal-painted bride mini shyly

He came to me and stood up. Seeing him, Kabuliwala was stunned at first, unable to collect their old conversation. Finally he laughed and said, "Khokhi, will you go to your father-in-law's house?"

I remember the day Mini first met Kabuliwala. How the mind became sore.

As Mini left, Rahmat let out a deep sigh and sat down on the ground. He suddenly realized that his daughter had already grown up like this.

I took a net and gave it to him. I said, "Mercy, go back to your daughter in the country; may my mini be happy in your reunion."

The King & His Three Daughters

Many, many days ago. One was the king. The king had a queen. And had three daughters. Shimul, Bakul and Parul.

The king and queen were spending their days happily with their three daughters. There was happiness and peace in the kingdom too.

The king was talking one day. The queen was accompanied by three daughters. The king asked his daughters a simple question.

Who loves him?

The eldest daughter Shimul. He replied first. Said, "Dad, I love you like sugar." The king smiled a little.

Mejho's daughter Bakul said, "Dad, I love you like a sweet." The line of smile appeared on the king's face again.

Youngest daughter Parul. Said, “Dad, I love you like salt. The king's face turned black. The queen was also surprised to hear. What a talk! The king is quite restless. The vizier called Nazir and the commander. He ordered, “Leave the youngest daughter Parul in the forest. Throw him into the deep forest. ”

Speaking of the king's order. There is no way to comply. The next day Parul was sent to the forest.

Deep forest. There are no animals. Parul is sitting alone. At that time some fairies came. The angels said, "Why are you alone in this forest?" Parul told all the facts. The fairies understood Parul's grief. They built a beautiful house for the king's daughter Parul. The fairies brought various flower saplings and made a garden. The beasts of the forest came to see the king's daughter. The deer came, the rabbit came, the peacock came. They also understood the grief of the king's youngest daughter Parul. They brought various fruits for Parul. The fairies brought fun food.

Parul began to spend his days alone in the deep forest. I feel very sad for him. No mother. No father. No sisters.

One day the king decided to go hunting. The king's mind is not an easy thing. Wazir, Nazir, Pike, Barkandaj went out hunting. He reached the deep forest in search of prey. The king was very hungry then.

Everyone saw a beautiful hut in the distance. A beautiful girl lives in that hut. The king's men said to him, “The king is very hungry. He expressed a desire to eat. Parul said, "Take a little rest." He cooked polao, korma and meat. A variety of curries. But he did not add any salt to anything.

The king was very happy to see so many arranged food. Water came on his tongue. The king sat down to eat. Began to eat. Take it, take it. He threw it in his mouth. Beautiful cooking but very tasty. There is no salt in any food. The king was very upset. Is it possible to eat anything without salt? Parul was nearby. He came forward. Said, “Dad, do you recognize me? My name is Parul. Your little girl. Whom you sent into exile. ”

The king realized his mistake. He hugged his darling daughter. Then all the food was cooked with salt. The king joked.

Now it's time to return. The king left with his youngest daughter Parul and the elephant. When Parul returned, everyone in the state smiled. The queen was happy. Shimul, Bakul got their sister Parul back. There was no limit to happiness in the kingdom.