A funny story: Vrinda-G-One

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Vrinda, who had been running around since morning, looked around the house twice, with nothing left. Yesterday, Anu packed her things in the phone and told her to be ready in the morning. 'Like every time, this birthday of mine must have been arranged to go somewhere. It's okay to send a car, but where to go? How long to go? How much to buy? Should I say that? ' The sound of the doorbell broke his chain of thought ...

'Who would have come at this time? The owner was told not to come today and if asked, he would not appear for a week, and Anu's driver was to arrive at eleven o'clock. In confusion he opened the door. The courier was standing in front.

Taking the courier, Vrinda came inside and started looking at the courier. What will be The sender's name does not appear. After going to Akash, hardly any courier has come and today all of a sudden? At the same time, many questions came to his mind. Despite a little work and covering the furniture of the house with sheets, 'It will still take time for Anu's driver to come, I will finish the rest of the work after seeing the courier to Lao.' The babbling courier began to open.

Seeing the book titled 'Memories of Ratanpur ...' (- Hina Sudhir), his heartbeat increased but he started turning the pages of the book with astonishment when he saw his name in the book presentation. As she read the text about Ratanpur, she peered into the memories of the golden days of her life there.

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Vrinda went to Ratanpur for the first time with her parents during the holidays to sit for the ninth standard examination. Surrounded by trees, mountains, colorful flowers, birds chirping in the cool shade of the trees, Ratanpur Raliyamanu, nestled amidst rushing streams, was a difficult road to reach. Halfway through the vehicle, the snake crosses the hill on foot along a winding road like Lesotho. Scattered in red mud, the roofs were strewn with small houses with native tubes. The wire of modernity had not yet been blown in the village. People did not even see anything like electricity, telephone. On the occasion of Sara-Narsa, a person from the village climbs the hill and gives a message by playing thali. The whole village would gather in Teva. The hilly region means that millets do not grow anything except maize. Villagers who do not rely on raab, bhaji, bajri-maize breads and forest products seem to have a dull meal in front of expensive hotel dishes. Nani Vrinda was so touched by the greenery of Ratanpur and the simple lifestyle of the people that she decided to do something for them in the future.

Ten years after her memorable visit to Ratanpur, Vrinda quit her expensive job in the city and became a teacher at an institution educating poor children in the area. People from the hilly areas used to go to other places for business and put their children in the institute for education. If they come to meet once in six months or once a year, then the full responsibility of the children would be on Vrinda. It was for the development of those children that Vrinda made Ratanpur her karma bhoomi. How many children came and went during the job ... One of these girls is Hina ...

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The doorbell rang again, 'Maji ... o maa ... jidni boom padi.

Vrinda went to the outpost with an unfamiliar voice.

'Anvayasar has sent, to take you.'

'Yes ... yes ... I'm coming.'

Covering the furniture with a sheet, Vrinda hurriedly finished the rest of the work and sat in the back seat of the car and started reading the book. Even though the text was Hina's, the memories are true. That is why he plunged into memories ...

Nunn

'All the girls except me are waiting for Sunday in the hope that someone will come to visit from home. I was convinced that no one would come to see me, so I prayed that Sunday would not come soon. No one was seen after being placed in the institution. When I went home, I found out that my parents had separated. '

After reading this sentence of the book, Vrinda suddenly shone, remembering the incident of a few years ago, Anvay's innocent face began to grow before Vrinda's eyes. I started thinking of something for a while but my mind was tempted to read the book ...

'My parents separated from each other and started living with other people. When I went home, the uncle next to me asked, 'Who are you going to stay with?' M asked. I wanted to live with both of them but it was not possible so they left me at my grandmother's house. Nani left me with the trust of the organization. Then no one came to see me or ask for my knowledge. When the mother of the girls who came to meet me came to visit, she would bathe, wash clothes, freeze - seeing all that, I would remember my ba, so on Sunday I would be in the room all day. 'No one came to see you? If someone asked me that, I would make an excuse that my parents had not come from work. My parents started living his new life but what about me? Why did you leave me alone without any mistake? For days I was embarrassed to think so. I could not tell my pain to anyone so I cried a lot in solitude. Ever since I told Vrindaban to write a diary in class, I used to write in my Veda diary but BK would tear the pages so that no one could read. As my courage gradually increased, my grief became lighter as it was written in the diary ... '

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As the pages of the book turned, Hina's mental state and her struggling life kept coming to Vrinda's mind. 'Poor Hina suffered so much at such a young age! The parents did not think about the future of Masoom Hina in their quarrel. With so many thoughts, Vrinda was again engrossed in the book.

'As the years went by, I grew more and more. Vrindaben was the only reason to keep his morale strong and survive after completing his studies. Seeing his loving, emotional nature, way of life and his personality gave me a lot of courage. Remembering the happy family of Vrindaben-Akashbhai, I wish that! If my father was as intelligent as Akashbhai, we would have a happy family of smiling and playing games. '

Vrinda's mind became distracted after reading Akash's name. Putting the book aside, Manoman says, 'Happy family !! How does Hina know about the understanding of the sky? Stunned by the atmosphere of the city, Akash joined the organization not out of mind but out of compulsion.

I had a chance to leave Ratanpur and he told me, 'If you want to stay with me, leave Ratanpur and go to the city, if you don't want to come, divorce me and serve me for life.' 'If Anu was not in the stomach, he would have left the sky at that moment, but he was forced to go to the city with the sky.

The sky left the natural nectar and ran after the artificial mirage, but the same mirage-like artificiality took its life. '

I don't even know when the eyes of Vrinda, lost in thought, closed.

Waking up, Vrinda opened the window slightly. The same greenery, winding roads on both sides. Children standing by the side of the road carrying fruit baskets and people selling small loads of wood. Vrinda could not believe that she was going to her karma bhoomi. Seeing the dams built for water storage, the one-stop shops on the side of the road and the paved roads carved out of the hills, Vrinda thought, 'It will not be as inconvenient as before.'

The car, which was joking with a row of shady trees on the road, took a turn and stood at a large door. Vrinda stood in front of an organization he left years ago. Seeing his name under the title 'Matruchhaya', before he could think of anything, he came and touched Vrinda's feet and asked, 'Mom, how was the birthday present? I bought this organization and started in your name. '

Before Vrinda could say anything, the children who were standing behind Anvay ran and clung to Vrinda. Vrinda, who loves everyone, says, 'I have come, the next life is for all of you. Now no child will be afraid of Sunday, no one will have to suffer without parents.

"What happened, mother?" Asked accordingly.

'Nothing, son,' she thought, 'what would have happened to you if your father had separated from me years ago? It has given me the precious gift of life by reuniting me with the organization I left at that time thinking about your future. It has brightened my womb by mending the cracks in my life. '

Author-Gayatri R. Vasava

Bouncing. (Tapi-Vyara)