No one can rob the culture of Indianness' thought the questioner

- How is it, friend - Dr. Chandrakant Mehta

- “Idiot, Priyank has no sense. His parents got him married, so Bhaisaheb has to take care of the fallen page!

Q Shnarth said to his mother: "You are right, mother. People had to be seen before renting a house. Priyank may be a big class one officer but have you seen his wife? It is very rural. And Priyank's sister Vishma, who lives with her, works all day, like Kamwali. I don't like such tenancy. Where is Priyank and where is his wife Upasana! Fair face, impressive eyes, quickness in movement, cheerfulness in speech and sweetness in demeanor Priyank looks like an officer and his wife Upasana is very, very simple.... No young girl wears a saree these days...and does not do housework herself. do Upasana itself works, but Priyank's little Ben doesn't leave the system.

Praskarth took out his protest. At that time Priyank's car came and stopped near the door. Priyank's wife came running to worship. The car door opened. The briefcase was taken from Priyank's hands and the husband and wife happily moved towards the drawing room.

“Idiot, Priyank has no sense. Parents must have got her married, so Bhaisaheb has to take care of the fallen page! But how can a fashionable man like Priyank live in a vat and not modernize his wife?'', questioningly, he walked in from the balcony.

The questioner came back to the balcony after an hour or so and stood there. When he looked to the left, Priyank's sister Vishma was eating the dishes. Rage arose again in the questioner's mind...'Mommy has no idea of ​​the dignity of the bungalow, the women who deserve to live in Chali have been given the right of mahalwa in half of the huge bungalow.' The questioner did not try to increase the relationship with Priyanka, worship or system in the ego.

And one day in the morning Priyank came and said, “Aunty had work. I am vacating your bungalow as I have been transferred. Take this month's rent of ten thousand. Tell aunty we are going to leave this afternoon. Thank you very much. Bye...'' Priyank left.

And the proud questioner breathed a sigh of relief. Four years have passed since that. The questioner had now graduated. But in four years there was a big change in his life. Thus, his father left a good amount of money before his death. But his mother's illness had cost him dearly in the last four years. The questioner was reluctant to do the job, but events took such a turn that he had no choice but to do the job. And after giving various interviews, he got a job order in the collector's office in Baroda. was to appear at the district headquarters. So the questioner went to present on duty leaving his mother under the care of his aunt. The city was unknown. The accommodation was still to be arranged so there was concern in the mind of the questioner. The questioner could not afford to stay in a hotel.

And when he arrived at the office on the first date, he, along with the other employees, stepped aside after seeing a well-dressed woman passing by in the lobby. Beautiful clothes, beautiful face in goggles, expensive purse in hand and beautiful sandals. The questioner took a look...the face seemed familiar...but could not remember anything.

Then the questioner was arranged on his table. At that time Peon came and said, "Deputy Collector Upasana Madam is calling to meet the questionable brother who has just appeared in the office."

The questioner was slightly frightened. There was also hesitation. And slowly the deputy collector entered the chamber and the madam was standing in front.

“Question brother, come. How many years have you met today? I had no idea that you will come as an employee in my office. Why are you standing? sit down How is aunty's health? Are you having fun?'' asked the Deputy Collector's sister. "So you are Upasanabhabi?" Priyankbhai's wife?

"Yes. I am Mrs. Upasana Priyank one time tenancy of your bungalow. When we lived there, you were rarely seen. So there was no chance of further introduction. You speak calmly...you are in this city for the first time. So the accommodation has not been arranged yet. Meet me at recess at lunch time, eat together and come with me to my bungalow in the evening. Not to be alone, got it? I call Priyank and tell him that Prasantharthbhai will stay with us at our house till other arrangements are made. Ok bye.'' Upasana finished talking and started his work.

At lunch in the afternoon he met the madam in question. Where is the worship of four years ago, which seemed like a villager and illiterate, and where is its appearance today! Yet so much courtesy! What a lot of intimacy! And he reached the bungalow with the madam in question.

Within ten minutes, Upasana dressed in simple clothes and sat in the drawing room.

And then he went to the kitchen and prepared the tea-breakfast himself and arranged everything on the table and called the questioner to have the tea-breakfast.

The questioner had quietly finished his breakfast and went to the outer room.

At that time, Upasana said, "Prasnarthbhai, you must know that I am in the habit of doing all the housework myself. Let's prepare Patpooja in the kitchen. Priyank will also arrive in an hour or so. Priyank also comes and joins me in the kitchen work.

And the questioner was paying homage to the dignified personality of the industrious woman. Early in the morning he left with his suitcase. He met the hotel manager and requested a room for the week.

After reaching the room, had tea and breakfast in the canteen of the guest house. He left a note expressing his gratitude to Upasana Madam in her dining room in which he wrote, "Madam I am your offender. When you lived in my bungalow, I neglected you as a simple villager. You are Saraswati of simplicity and I am blind to misjudge anyone. Like the man of today, my vision has also changed. To measure a man by his outward appearance is narrowness of vision and lack of refinement. Plastic flowers may look attractive but they cannot smell by themselves. Natural flowers believe in their efficacy in giving off fragrance. You are not just an officer, you are the pride of women. I apologize to you.”

Meanwhile, a car stopped near the entrance of the guest house's reception counter. The manager came running. He said: "I have landed here today Mr. It is the work of Praskarth, call him.'' Saying yes madam, the manager of the guest house ran and brought Praskarth. Madam said: "Bring your suitcase. You don't have to live in a circuit house. Considering you as my brother, I booked the bungalow. I pronounce the punishment that you are the offender of the sister. I will allot you a separate room of my bungalow. Let's sit in the car.'' He thought to himself, 'India is India, no one can rob it of Indian culture: I salute you, my goddess Tulya Bhai'.