Short story by Rajnarayan Bohre Izzat- Abaru "All right kheta sss?" Naunita was asking ter afar while returning from Dada Haat. "Yes ksaka sss!" Twenty-year-old young man Kheta responded with self-confidence. "Brother. Brother." Even in the descending heat, bubbles of heat are floating in the air. Today is the furniture, Barkheda's Haat was so all the Labor went to the Haat. Khata, the only son who came to visit Balban Singh, a farmer of twenty-five bigha holdings, distressed due to a four-year famine, was left alone on the site, otherwise there would not be such a lonely silence on the