The house of God.

- How much is everything called two villages. My father covered his brother and sister's mouth with a sari from the hem of his sari so that we would not feel the heat.

- Where there is humanity, there is love, kindness, compassion and great hospitality, the only place to find refuge without any kind of identity or selfishness is the house of God

Maa Nyana's grandfather was sitting on a hammock with his family. They ate nice masks while sitting. Manya came running to the hammock and sat on the hammock, "Grandpa, grandpa, do you know what God's house is like?"

Grandpa said, "No. I do not know. Do you know? '' Manya says, '' Yes, Grandpa, God's house is very big, isn't it? Have a car-motor, a big bungalow, a servant. Have a garden. Nuts, sweets, various rice dishes are served to the Lord every day. But Grandpa, do you know where God's house will be? '

'I don't know all this. Even when I was younger. Your father's grandfather and I once went out to the village. So we often had to go out. I had a different experience then. '

'In earlier times there were not many cities. There were only villages. The men lived in the village. At that time there were no paved roads or vehicles or facilities like today. '

Vaishakh was the month. There was a blazing heat. We were sitting in a cart going from one village to another. Heat says my work. Our cart was covered with four cores of cloth. It's noon. Surajdada started coming to the head. Below was the sand of the desert. Play all around. No trees are found. We brought water in a jug and a clay jug, but it was empty. We were very thirsty. We were dying of thirst. I thought I would die if I didn't get water.

We have heard from someone that the house of God is coming on this road. So maybe someone is coming home. Our oxen were also panting in the heat. Foam was coming from the mouth. But in such a garden, who should we ask?

There was a man in the distance carrying a haystack on his head and warming himself. We asked, "Brother, we have heard that this is the house of God." Do you know where it is

The man spoke. Judge a little further from here. When you go to about two villages, a big elder will come. He has a hut which is the house of God.

My father said, you sit in the cart with us. We will take you further.

No. I will reach out to myself. Bapuji said. In this way, when will you reach home with a pile on your head in the heat? Get in the car. The man said, 'You go. I'll get home on my own. '

Our cart began to move forward. How much is everything called two gau. My father covered the mouth of the sibling with the hem of his sari so that we would not feel the heat.

A little distance away I saw a huge tree. We thought we would get there in a few minutes. Our cart came to a huge head. There were neem, mango, wad as well as other trees. Had a hut. Desert-like sandy terrain on one side and lush greenery on the other.

We reached the hut. Boom Padi This is the house of God. An old man's voice came from inside. Come on, brother.

Our Bapuji left the ox under the shade of a tree. Brother, we are coming from a very distant diocese. And yet we have a long way to go. We will get to drink water.

Why not ask? The hut will feel hot. The old man told us to sit under the ola tree, made two beds, lifted the floor, filled the lot and gave us water. The water was very cold and salty. Cool us all. Hash.

The old woman asked. There will be food left, right? My father shook his head. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. I was also waiting for someone. If a passer-by comes, let's sit together and gather bread. The man came there with a haystack on his head. This is the son of the same old man who happened to us.

My Bapuji said giving a sweet rebuke. What if our loser got stuck in the cart? Don't walk.

The young man went inside. He washed his hands and feet and went to work. In a few minutes, the young man came to us with a plate of bread, potatoes, jaggery and rags. Destroyed our oxen. Our oxen ate under the trees, drank water from the pots, and rested under the trees.

We were very happy. Hush we got water and food. We were very tired. I don't know when I fell asleep due to fatigue. It was evening when I opened my eyes. We woke up oh! The evening is over. The old man brought us tea in a saucer. Drink tea.

Our Bapuji said - Grandpa we will go ahead now. Where to go When you reach Lagdhipur, the night will fall and you will be annoyed. So stay here today. After breakfast in the morning, you judge. Obeying the insistence of old and young, we stayed there.

Drizzle with milk at night. How about kheechadi too? Slippery in pure ghee. Rotlo also has ghee like the wheels of a cart.

We all ate. The old lady sang a nice fun bhajan. The sky was surrounded by Tarlia. We all slept in beds under the open sky. It was so much fun to watch the sky. There was a cold wind blowing from the bushes.

My Bapuji asked, "There will be very few mothers coming here, right?"

In this way, motherhood comes less. If there is any mistake, the passer-by in distress comes here seeking refuge. Said the old woman. We have such a neem.

The show has seemed a bit unfocused in recent episodes. My Bapuji said. Whichever way we pass it, we freeze it. He returns early in the morning. If no one comes, we will not make it. But yes, it never happened that we had to go hungry. Any grandchildren come here. Our sister-in-law eats with us.

People call it the house of God. But I don't know if this will be God's house. People just come here to drink water, eat, eat porridge at night and go to another place. We all fell asleep.

The birds chirped. The milk roti came for us to eat. The old woman gave us four loaves of bread. Filled the jug with water. You need more than luck to succeed in affiliate business.

Manya speaks, hey grandpa. That was the old grandfather. Yes son. Without any kind of identity, for the sake of the sake of grandchildren, seek refuge in the wayfarer who has been forgotten in trouble. It's time to eat. The same 'house of God.'

Indeed, the old grandfather's house is the house of God. Son God is everywhere. Where there is humanity, love, kindness, compassion and great hospitality, the only place to find refuge without any kind of identity or selfishness is the house of God. There is no need to look for God anywhere.

Manya Boli, the house of God is where the thirsty get water, the hungry get food and shelter. Now I know what God's house is like.

- Bharat Pancholi