Smriti forest or tree temple

It has been five years since I came to this village. I had to stay in the village for a few days so the time table was set in my mind. Who to meet, where to go, etc. The excitement and excitement of growing closer to the village was growing.

Now, before Pingal arrives, I am surprised to see a tree flag on the left side. Wow! These trees grew so big. I was happy to see five trees and greenery on the side of the semi-circular road, but at the same time a flash of cold passed through my whole body.

The last event in the village was commemorated on a commemorative plaque.

We come to our village during the college vacation. Manu, Ramu, Lalu and I, we friends go out of the village to our destination Damji's Wadi, even Dhebli before two stops on the way.

Pepper saw an old man coming towards him with a pot and a bucket in front of Time, playing Ola Kolamano and visiting another Pingal temple, washing his hands and mouth and drinking water. Coming closer, I found out that this is the grandfather of our classmate Loveji. I stood up and said hello, why did you come this way, with this empty pot-bucket! Seeing a few pots of water, you have come to ask me to take water from this Koskunda?

What about water?

Son, five bushes have been planted along the road to the two farms. If a few feet of water starts to rise, then Megharaja will be blessed so there will be no need for water.

He lives in the back street of the primary school. It is quite three kilometers away from here. I was confused so I asked, Grandpa, you come so far and plant trees along the road, I don't understand anything.

Brother, a few tame pe'la soon fell ill. The doctor here said take me to Amreli. I did some medicine there and the doctor gave me medicine for 15 days and told me to come and show it after 15 days. Weakness too. He drove Bijal to bring him home and there he was caught between Pingal and Nanudi. The car was parked on one side of the road, the water was flowing. Lavko Shiva Shiva spoke. All remembered the Lord. In two hours the lamp went out.

The sadness of the memory of the young grandson's departure was seen on the grandfather's face while talking. We were all saddened to hear the news of Loveji's death.

Brother, I have planted shrubs for souvenirs in the place where my son left his body. Like the Sethis, we can't build a well, a hospital, a hospice or a temple behind our son, but we can plant these trees. Besides, there are no such bushes along the road. Then a passerby will sit in the shade and eat porridge, the bird will build a nest and eat the head tata, the animals will rest in the summer loom. A cowherd who grazes sheep and goats will consume comfortable rice and water.

That's why Damji came, Dada says Damu came for water - Damji or Dada take it happily. We put Grandpa there that day and watered all the trees. Tell Damji everything. If you ask Dada to help, Damji says, Dada, you don't bring pots and pans anymore. The cart will be filled with water and you will sit in the cart. Get back in the same cart with your partner.

Loveji was a friend of all of us.

Bhabha's eyes sparkled. We have all endorsed Damji's spirit.

The whole incident unfolded on a memoir like a movie. The village came - I decided that if Pasha Dada was in the village, I would take him in the car with me and after visiting the Pingal temple, I would say that I will go to the small Smritivan to visit the tree temple.

- Quality Barwalia