Let it fly freely! .

- The words were left unfinished. Where is Moni? Moni was not. They were walking together, moving around, but this was still a fair. The youth of men. Where is Moni?

- Cage found, bird found, shackled, prisoner found

- Moni got lost in the crowded fair and Dhanpat's bird of life flew away.

Name is its wealth.

Everyone calls him Dhanio.

Dhanio Mama went to the village there. He enjoyed the tehsil. Open environment, open forests, gushing river, animals and birds and sports are endless.

One day an empty cage was found in Mama's closet. Can be kept by any bird.

Dhanio asked his sister: 'Why is this cage empty?'

Mama's daughter Moni says: 'How long has it been? Who knows. Our grandfathers must have kept parrot-mena!'

Then began a single search for Dhaniya-monia. If there is a cage, we will get the bird.

The search for birds went from tree to tree, valley to valley, fence to fence.

One day Dhaniya's search bore fruit.

Some parrot was flying around drinking and drinking.

Moni says: 'Not a parrot. Looks like a parrot. It will have a nest. Comes and goes frequently. She must be going to feed the cubs!'

The mother parrot began to pay attention and Dhanraj found the parrot's nest.

The nest was high. But how many times to climb? Not only did he get rich, but he found a nest. There were two cubs in the nest.

Moni says: 'Bring it, we will keep it in our cage.'

Dhanpat got both the cubs while the mother of the cubs was back in the fire.

Finished in a cage.

Two people feed, drink, play and talk to the baby. He had fun.

But the mother parrot was looking everywhere drinking and drinking. His joy turned to anxiety and agony.

Dhanu-moni didn't care. They found two living toys.

Dhanio says: 'What a good cage it was. So the birds were found.'

Moni says: 'But why was that cage empty?'

Dhanio says: 'For us.'

His days began to pass in playing with the cage and the birds. Both taught the cubs to speak.

Moni says: 'We will take them for a walk.'

'Where?'

'Towards the forest. Where there are other birds. If these chicks live together in the fair of birds, they will learn to speak.'

Both the children were talking like this when Mama asked: 'Boys! Do you want to come for a walk?'

'Where?'

'At the fair.'

Dhanpat came running. He says: 'Yes, we both will come. But mama! What about these babies of ours? Shall we take it with us?'

Mama laughs and says: 'Crazy boys! Is something carried with a cage? Hey there are some birds with cages like this for sale. People will understand you. And the boys! It is fun to walk in the fair. There should be no obsession with the companionship.'

Dhanu-Monu left his cage and cubs.

They got so lost in the fair that the cub was not remembered. Chagdol, magic tricks, bear magic, monkey-monkey dance, musical instruments, dholkas, casks and food and drinks are not to be missed.

One is surprised and the other is mistaken. He sees the second and runs to the third. The fourth wonder is where the third is absorbed. There was no limit to exercises, miracles, and tricks.

At one place the nuts were climbing a tall pole.

'Hey Moni!' Dhania said: 'If that nut, will it reach the sky or what?'

The words were left unfinished. Where is Moni? Moni was not. They were walking together, moving around, but this was still a fair. The youth of men. Where is Moni?

'Moni...! Moni...!!' Dhanpat shouted. Mama was looking for a cheap outfit. They ran: 'What happened Dhanpat?'

'Moni is not visible. was with me. But...'

'Perhaps there has been a backfire in the push!' Mama said and the search began : 'Moni...! Moni...!!'

Not found, Moni. He examined each man, each child among the piles of people. Not found, Moni.

Evening came: 'Moni...! Moni...!'

However, Mama was a little nervous. They say: 'Dhanpat! Small village fairs are small. Need will be found.'

Worried. There was a flutter. Suffered, but found Moni. Got it late.

Police men came with: 'Is this girl yours or...?'

Dhanio embraces Moni before Mama says yes: 'Where were you? Where were you lost, Moni? I liked it so much that...'

The estranged Moni also told her grief. He says: 'If we hadn't met again...?'

That question came as soon as he went home. The cubs in the cage were drinking.

Moni says: 'The mother of these cubs also became a bavari that day, didn't she?'

'Yes', says Dhanpat: 'Let us leave it. Let's bring it to her mother.'

Put the chicks back in the nest from which they got the chicks. The cubs had grown slightly. The full power did not come from being caged.

The mother of the cub used to fly there. He saw the cubs in the nest. Mother and children started drinking and drinking.

Moni says: 'Sagittarius! Let's put the cage back in the cage.'

'Yes' says Dhanpat : 'Perhaps our forefathers have hidden it like this!'

Moni asked the question: 'Dhanabhai! Why does it have to be a cage?'

Dhanpat remembered that question all his life.

He grew up and became a writer. When he came to be known as Premchand, his stories had only one theme: 'Why should there be a skeleton?'

From the cages of slavery, from the cages of dogma, from the cages of unemployment, hunger, addiction, laziness, he fulfilled his vow to free the human offspring through warta.

The question was then, as it is today: 'Why should there be a skeleton?'