Our horse.

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- His two practical philosophies about 'bio-violence' and 'not us (' then ') our neighbor' left me thinking

Let us (not ') be our neighbors

My exit from the flat and the majestic Jamnabahen descending the steps of the mansion, just beyond fifty, sitting from the house like the flat opposite. In his hand was a small cage of rectangular shape.

He shuddered at the sight of me. Gently saying that someone was going to commit a crime: 'Undedo hai, Undedo. The cage was kept dirty for three days, but it didn't burn. Moo fell to the ground. '

I instinctively said to the neighbor: 'There is a wire fence in front! Let the fungus out of it. Open the cage a little and you'll jump out soon. '

My sister did not seem to mind my advice. He said with a bit of a smirk: 'If we throw the fungus outside, the crow that swims in the sky will be caught in its beak. We feel bio-violence. '

He failed to tell me. He says to me: 'The third house behind has fallen into disrepair. No one seems to live. I will put the cage there. From there it will penetrate anywhere. '

His two practical philosophies about 'bio-violence' and 'not us (' then ') our neighbor' left me thinking.

A couple lived in our old house a few years ago. Salt runs off. We come there, go. Sweet talk. It works even if it feels like doing something big or small. His house is not very big, so some housewives live on the garden of the house. Pickles, papads are real. When he wanted to drop something from the gardener, he would climb on his chair and take it off.

One morning he came to my house. He knew and enjoyed my simple nature. I was told, "Excuse me," and he came in without waiting for an answer.

He bows to me and says: 'I'm sorry Pareshbhai! I have come to give you trouble. '

'Yes, say yes.' I said softly.

'My wife's leg is amputated.'

I was surprised. I was not a chiropractor or he would have considered me a multi-purpose!

I said 'naively': 'Let the rickshaw stand in front. Is. I did it from there. '

'I don't have a rickshaw or anyone's job. I only came to ask for your horse for two minutes. Papad is to be taken from the gardener. Just finish the job and the horse will return to you immediately. '

I stared at my horse. It was a coffin leaning against the wall. The neighbor comfortably took the horse (slapped in the armpit). In five minutes they gave back: 'Thank you, Pareshbhai, a neighbor like you, how much work do we need?

Then he takes the horse three times and Aethi twice. Who knows how many horses he must have ridden!

One day our horse left without saying a word. It occurred to me that there would be a hurry. But our chakra wife immediately noticed that one of the horse's legs was crossing.

I felt so bad. Those two days didn't show up at all.

But once a special need came. Tell me: 'Your horse's foot is slightly crossed. Was there an upside down tiger somewhere in the house? '

'Not at all,' said my wife angrily, 'but one of its foundations has been broken since you came back.'

'No, no. Let's see .. Saying this, they looked at this horse. Says to me ‘Hey, nothing special. The screw is loose.

The carpenter will come and fix it.

It seemed that his carpenter had not arrived, and our horse was left in the lurch.