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Tall, moderate health. Bhura Singh is about 65-70 years old with a full beard. In terms of relationship, it takes the place of brothers, but since he is older than me, I used to call him as ‘Bhai Ji’.
A few days ago there was a nephew’s wedding; While returning from there, the sister put a lot of sweets in the mallo-malli cart to distribute in the village. According to the village custom, the wife with the help of Lagan and partner women distributes the sweetmeats in the communal houses. Bhura Singh and his brother live in the farm houses on the outskirts of the village, being far away from our house, they were left without distributing sweets that day. While eating bread at night, the wife told this and said, “Tomorrow we will come on a motorcycle for their sweets.” I also nodded and agreed.
The next day, I got ready in the morning and said to my wife, “Let’s get some brownies and sweets, then I will go to the city.” Well! When we reached their house, Bhura Singh was standing in front of the motor shed outside the house.
“What’s going on, brother?” Saying, I stopped the motorcycle near him; The wife went inside their house.
“Let’s go inside, drink tea and water.” Saying this he started walking towards the house.
“That’s it, I was going to drink tea… I was going to the city, thought to come for sweets; The village was divided yesterday, both of their houses were left. I told them not to come tomorrow and to come back soon while sitting on the motorcycle. It was too late for me to say that he started his talk, he is very rich in words. Despite being illiterate, he used to speak very wisely and wisely. “Little brother, now no one is satisfied with walking on two feet, earlier, Jananis used to walk two or two rounds to the fields with allowances, tea, etc… People used to walk all day and get tired… after plowing. They used to walk 10-10 miles to Athan… Cycle-scooters were far away, they didn’t even get on the cart… They used to walk side by side. Now, even if someone knows how to urinate, even then the housewives are bitten… He pointed to the electronic scooter standing in front. Hearing what he said made me laugh. Then he shook his head and said, “Bai… there will be few men… earlier there were three or four men in each house… there were one or two fields… one house took care of the cattle… one for tribal work.” … Now there is no one… In every house ‘Kalla-‘Kalla Bandai… ‘Kalla Banda Kdhar-Kidhar Hou? No one has more than one son… If the first is a girl, then the next son will be born, otherwise that’s it. Those who would, would also run out. Ah ‘Kalle-‘Kalle Javak wala work you don’t like… See, children will long to call you uncle, aunty. Instead of a week-twelve days, we saw that the death of the dead was done in two-three days… That day is not far when the death was done on the same day… Like cattle, it was a contract work to bite the dead body… one thousand five hundred. Dita, complete the work on the ‘Agla’ machine (electronic cremation furnace) in minutes-seconds… and enjoy it at home. Come on.”
He pointed out many problems in the society in the same breath. I was shocked to know the truth in his prophecies.
Seeing my attention diverted from his words, Bhura Singh went inside the barn to switch off the motor. Before I knew it, my wife stood behind me and shook me by the shoulder, “What happened?”
“Nothing?” Saying that I started the motorcycle.
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