Boards: dug dunes, dug rats.

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- No matter what he heard about Lakshmi in our house, he reached our elder brother-in-law's flat

(Continued from past)

We considered Patara as our unique asset. What was once considered a reserve has now become a 'tensionio' ​​for us. Coming across like two elephants in a growing longing to live in a flat.

In addition, some mounds of dots and jatadhari monks stopped near our house. We stood up slightly saying 'Jai Bholanath'.

He said something like 'Gharme Lakshmi Hai'.

We took a look at our house and left. Sometimes it feels like talking and flying like a wire.

No matter if he heard Lakshmi talking in our house, he reached our elder brother-in-law's flat. The elder brother quarreled with the grandfather and lived separately with his wife.

We were now ready at any cost to get rid of Patara. Someone heard our story and advised us to look into the good iron market. If a blacksmith is found there, he can dispose of the box.

We inevitably tried that recipe. Even if the pallets are free from grandfather's trust.

Talked to a manager from the iron market. He may have been fidgeting about Patara and hoping for a big profit, his men were watching our Patara with the naked eye. The size of it filled my eyes. Large hammers and carpenters arrived with tools such as saws and pliers.

The news that reached this airwaves shocked our elder brother. Grandpa must have hidden Lakshmi in Patara. As soon as he remembered the story of the monk, he came to purify his younger brother's house. As if some kind of affection is rising, he advises: 'Do you want to break your father's plank? Do not report the victim to the police. A will do Panchakamal and another. We know, no one else knows. '

In the advice of the elder brother, we understood his bad faith.

The work of breaking the planks was going on smoothly.

The news reached our policy maker. He smelled Lakshmi in the box. He knew our father's hobby of buying gold and silver and hoarding. For eighteen hours, blacksmiths, carpenters, etc. pulled out the big nails of the box and also broke the strong wooden bars attached to them. Our elephant-like platform became like a buffalo calf. Nitiray's 'Dagli' tasted Lakshmi's talk in the box. He said to our sister: 'Lakshmi has been found in your father's coffin. Gold and silver bars ... '

'The good brothers benefited greatly.'

'Out of the house', suddenly Nitiraya turned around. Our sister Sushila was devastated.

Nitirai roared. 'It's awkward. The daughter now has a share in the father's property. Know that. If the brother has the right to ask for your share, we will go to court. '

Our sister was devastated.

In a day and a half our patara opened our stomachs. Craftsmen removed a small but strong wooden box from the inside. We immediately paid him and sent him away.

We two brothers, our sister, etc. were eager to open the box.

The box was tightly closed. Against our will, Bhai and Banevi tore off the lid of the box.

Oops ... Oops! Grandpa's two toothbrushes came out of the box. The same is his legacy. That is how our Lakshmi Nitirai Dhuni woke up. Dosa put nothing in the toothpick?

Big brother also spoiled. If so, throw these toothbrushes into a river or lake as soon as possible.

Bones are not kept in the house.

He saw his grandfather's bones in a toothpick.

All our benevolent relatives ended up making ominous speeches for Dada.

The planks broke. We were a little disappointed that the only deposit that Grandpa had saved was lost.

But in a short time, it was a pleasure to fulfill our dream for the Haiye Flat.