Longing for lean cohabitation.

Maniba also sent his son Dinu to the city as a big man out of clay. Subdued by her insistence, after a fortnight's stay in the city, the ex-husband, who had returned with his father, who had lost his husband due to some strange mishap, let go of his feelings amidst the splendor of clay on the toy (mobile) given to him by his son. There is no sorrow from you or from you. You have brightened my womb.

But the culture there cost us dearly. Especially the silent pain of your father bothered me. If the core of the bread has hardened or the mustard has remained raw in the curry, then I have heard the subdako of the sweet chunka.

This clay is as dear to you as it is to you and your father did not arrange us in a prison-like house in the city without your son, so I came to your father's house. Son, you are happy in your nest, we are happy in our nest. Jay Mataji. Son, we are overwhelmed by this memory of your childhood.

This is a fictional story pointing to the celebration of man’s survival. Husband and wife are alive. Until then Sangath talks of finding happiness. They want to melt away the gaps found in each other. The couple is not worried about what and how they will do after their son-in-law wakes up tomorrow. The current worry eats away at him.

Ameya Shraddha is a tradition and an excuse to eat milk to pamper the crop. He has to win his heart in the life of his parents. Does it mean that he has been harassed all his life, has not listened to his silent sufferings, has not treated his old age as a child and after his departure, donate as much as he can on the day of his death and donate as much as he wants? Ask a little conscience. Its value is understood when there is no man.

- Dilip Raval