Walking in the rain.

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- I have learned from my own world that women do not often practice short visits.

And never trust Rasad. Weather accountants are sometimes played.

A black cloud in the sky is playing with the sun. If the bored sun, which has been behind the clouds for a long time, looks at the green land with its head out, then a black cloud playing with it may have covered it.

Although the weatherman now has a mostly accurate diagnosis, the rain is almost applauded.

There is a monsoon atmosphere where the gusty wind pulls the cloud anywhere and the rain has to hit anywhere.

One of our relatives could not go there for a few days after the birth of their son. Birth and death are two of the most important social issues that can be addressed. The population in a society is largely dependent on social behavior. If left unmanaged, they can be left astray and lose the right path. We could not go there to celebrate the birth of a son for some reason. The reason, someone in the house no trouble and mostly naughty rain.

Sarvada in Shravan. But based on the belief that Bhadarvo is full, we calculated that one evening in Bhadarwa, if the weather was not rainy, we would go in a rickshaw and 'show' the joy of having a son.

The sky was blank in the evening after it rained in the afternoon. One or two went for a walk like a small child

The rain didn’t come on from the afternoon despite doing ‘so and so’ and gave the sun a chance to stroll. The first idea we had was to jump on a scooter and celebrate the birth of a son. The sun had taken out the doku. And even though it wasn't a special black cloud, the thought changed when I saw a scooter brother's scooter stuck in the mud and trying to grab his horns and pull him out. '

Our plan was to go in a rickshaw and whistle to our cousin's son and grab a hundred note.

On the auspicious occasion, years ago, the time of settling Harkha's transaction for fifteen rupees had passed away.

When I was going to do Harkha, I made a special request to be practical - not an urgent one, but a special request that we see the face of a child stepping on the earth, play a couple of taps and show his happy behavior, we will leave immediately.

I learned from my own world that women do not often practice short visits.

At the wedding or at the sitting, the wife found it awkward to greet and stand up in two or five minutes. Fifteen or twenty minutes must be allotted for sitting. Raising your hand signals me to stop for a moment.

The fading sun rejuvenated us, the rain also ate the porridge. So in one or two places in the rickshaw, we were sprinkled in some flooded water due to the speed of the rickshaw, after the flood, the relatives reached home safely.

Luckily for us, we entered a relative's house during the rainy season. There were also our relatives along with two of the four relatives. The child was being manipulated.

Touching the newborn baby and turning the baby's head over to make the relative happy.

When we arrived, the relatives started saying goodbye. We also waited for the occasion of his farewell. In our minds, we played with the baby, patted him, praised his appearance and touched his head. Then the relative started showing us the photos after his birth. How much he weighed, how cheerful he was, how sharp his eyes were, we all kept it in useless details. We continued to 'enjoy' it all.

Our fifteen to twenty minutes we deposited at the baby. And when they stood up, the rain began to fall. How much does the rain keep us faithful?

The relative secretly assured that the rickshaw would be found soon. (Continued)