Homeland thirst.

- Today Gaikal-Bhagirath Brahmbhatt

If we look at this, there is no loss in the city in proportion to the homeland. A two-room house, bathing and washing in the open, going to the toilet with a lotto ... going out or not. There is no fridge, AC, car, scooter, washing machine, oven or gas, nothing but a house without paint for years. There is no such thing as an external attraction, after getting accustomed to the conveniences of the city, even if there is no Zazu Fave in the midst of inconveniences, why should one feel thirsty for one's homeland? Everyone must have felt that way.

When Diwali comes, everyone living in the village will definitely listen to their homeland, Pierre will listen to any spouse. Even if a person living in a city or abroad is sitting on a treasure trove or has become very poor, Diwali must come and his village must be remembered. What is it about that house-village that does not quench its thirst? There is something though nothing in the village house. There is no one in the homeland but there is someone. There is something for you in the village land but there is something - what is it? There is no one in the village who cares, but there is one who cares - so what?

Even if we live in the city - make friends - raise relatives ... build houses ... create a bank balance, but there is no 'hash' under the breath of comfort. Why Why the fear of being left alone? Why is there no satisfaction even though you have collected a lot? Why, after eating a lot of rice, why doesn't it compare to a loaf of bread?

The water in the fridge can't quench your thirst and why don't you forget the water by looking at the tap? I don't understand that! Why can't lightning, LEDs, glitter, so much light take the place of that lamp? Nothing is understood. In fact, there is nothing left in the homeland now, but in principle, why do they feel that there is nothing in the city? Solar water can't quench the fatigue of life and water of Aro cannot quench thirst ... What should I do then? Where to go I hear something -

Step into space,

See Harivar's hand below

On the always sunny street of Ajanpa

Aditho sangath comes to sing

- These lines - are important for patriots, for those who experience Zurapo. No matter how high you get, no matter how much wealth you get - the real thing is Hari - the homeland - the house - the village - the relatives ... they have the same height.

The house of the village - if it is the house of the motherland, then it is made of clay .. but it has been drunk for the benefit of six or seven generations. Where in the city bungalow is such a favor? The warmth of the village house and its threshold and room is a treasure of nobility, it has a porch and courtyard welcome which is the gut of some members of the house. I saw many storms in that house and I saw peace ... I saw monsoon, I saw summer. Seeing Holi, also seeing Diwali ... Generations of generations are dressing up, the wings of the heirs-descendants are spreading. That house was a nest. Farmers, Bhagia, nephews, brothers-in-law, Banevi, Bharthari, Ramlilawala, Magan have taken the blessings of Katkatla and her body has matured! The microcosm of Pangri is the same as the shape of it ... The madness has settled in the house and the wings of wisdom have burst. How much time has been spent with that house. It is the ring of the beanie in the bracelets of the house and it is the posture of the fingers of the mother-beanu in the stains of the house. When Diwali comes, the house is found together and made new ... Umbre writes benefits and auspiciousness ... Torans are built ... Doesn't the house remember all that? That house is the cradle of our generation. We are bright because of that womb ... so remember?

On the eve of Diwali, when a closed house is opened ... lamps are lit in every corner ... when the house is open, the house is lit up ... soft - papad is woven ... service is done ... Bawan bazelan, it was cleaned by tying a broom to the bamboo ... when it was crushed .. when it was crushed .. Starting from Dhanteras, Diwali lasts till the fifth. Blessed to be blessed ... Celebrating the buffalo-cow horns colored dhanteras ...

Kalichaudse naivedha karta. Mother's Day .. Diwali is the main day. Malpuna being made ... Demand comes ... Giving free hand .. New year .. Ahaha ... Jayashree Krishna, Jayashree Krishna is happening ... New clothes adorn everyone's body ... Bhaibeej ... Ben freezes brother with price .. Cats like this ... None of this can be found in the city ... and even if there is, the reality of that price has disappeared; That is why the thirst is not quenched ... the thirst of the homeland .. the thirst of the home of the homeland.