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 site. If there was no drought this year, he was to be married. The engagement took place many years ago. This girl is from Barkheda village. She is seeing - her name is Bindo. When I went to the Haat, I had to hit one or two times. It is completely white like a pigeon. When she laughs frankly, her face turns red.
Naunita came close and then raised her voice - Kheta re ...
Hoo kakka! Kheta moved forward.
Where Naunita was standing, there were five or six women men standing in front of her. Bindo
's age girl was standing ahead , wearing a new ring. He smiled. Other women pulled the head of their head and covered it. Everyone would know Kheta.
Kheta felt as if the point has come - the same innocent and innocent face like the unknowable age of fifteen-sixteen years; Kheta got thrilled. A man who came along gave an introduction - Brother, we are all your father-in-law of Barkheda. Sawan - How is the heat in the month of Bhadon. The sun is heating up so much that the heat of Jeth-Ashad also fades. In such a situation there is no crop nor annual income of the farmer. For two years there has been a drought. The elder brother-in-law of this bichary is ill. There was no one at home, so she has come to accept.
Kheta stood silently listening to his words. Suddenly, Khanna Saab's car came to a halt and stopped. He went ahead - why not talk about getting his approval.
Khanna Sahib had also seen him. Came down from the car snapped-Kheta either just ..
G! He went ahead .
Just listen! Today there is a party in Dakbangal. A reza is needed to work. This is probably the labor of Barkhera…. Well you are one of these Reza… wait, bring it! Telling everyone else, I will give strength to everyone and ...!
Khanna Saab knows what he said. He could not hear anything. When Khanna went, as if cursing Kheta, he was made of stone.
The woman stood still staring at Kheta - waiting for an order.
Kheta does not understand or accept Khanna's words. He knows the result of both. Got an idea that even before it has been taken, what is the harm in taking this young lady to Dakbangla? Who does this girl look like? Second thought came that after returning from Dakbangla, last time he decided not to take any Reza to Dakbangla, if the point had come to the place of this girl today…? The first thought prevailed - this girl is a little bit…. Thinking, his forehead got hot. The veins of the temple burst, the fists of the hands started tightening. Patel was saying that Sirkar is helping the villagers with famine
and opening work every five kilometers of road. You will get food and money in exchange for work. So, right here, five kilometers away, work will be found, at least this ignorance and respect for it will be saved rather than the point.
For a long time he had been sitting like that, sometimes making oblique ridges on the earth and sometimes throwing pebbles in his hand and throwing them. Then the darkness started spreading. He suddenly stood with his hands on his knees. Signaling the young woman coming back, he moved towards the right door of the circle. The other people of Barkheda were looking at him with a sense of confidence, while Kallu and Naunita laughed at the eyes of both of them talking in eyes.
Kheta crossed the boundary of the dramas calmly, then suddenly turned and looking at Khanna Saheb's cabin shouted angrily.
. ! There was a bug in your corpse!
As if now he is in leisure, he wandered back and face in his face and calm and leisurely. Now the woman's wrist was in her strong hand. His steadfast and balanced steps were rising on Barkhera to Bali Turban.
