Semal tree (Hindi story)
Kamal Babu opened the gate of the iron and saw it entering
the house, the Semal tree is still standing like a guard in the Kauni, in the
same way, twenty-four years ago today, Kamal Babu, for the last time He had
seen him standing here. Sentinel words put Kamal Babu in the dilemma. Who is
this watchman! Of home! Or those who live in it! Probably not both. That is the
watchman of time. The passers-by for a moment. Whenever a Feet passes, the tree
of Saemal strikes the sky on its broad platter with its twigs. A bunch of wind
blows and with that the whole tree starts to churn with full force, as if a
stubborn yoga posture of a stubborn yogi has been completed and now it is time
to go to the second exchange.
No member of
The speed of time is so slow! It does not seem that time is
running, but the speed of this slow motion is so sharp! Because of which
everything changes rapidly. Looks like a blink and the scene disappears. Often,
every change of seminal tree persists for many years, but members of the
careless house of change can not experience this kind of seminal tree.
Kamal Babu still remembers how well the whole tree had
abandoned its leaves just before the winter winters and became a Naga sage.
Upon the morning, the whole lawn is filled with yellow brown leaves. When
grandmother was alive, her day started with blasting these cards. When Kamal
Babu saw Nani walking down the tree under the tree, he himself started
distributing grandson's hand.
By the time the sharp winters started, all the leaves would
fountain and the whole tree would be filled with big flowers appearing like red
coals. It is as if a stubborn Naga sadhu has left the clothes and washed the
coals of ganja from the spleen. After a few more days, small beans like Amiya started
appearing on the branches. Until the arrival of Holi, the flowers were
completely disappeared like the edges of the thighs, and in the warm summer of
April, the cotton beans started tasting on the branches with full splendor.
That was exactly the same day when the younger Nani seemed
to be around the tree of Semal. Rui's beans began to burst with sharp summers,
and among them, the cold-like ashes of the Naga Sadhu chilam started to peep
out like white cotton. Now the presence of the younger grandson increases
further with Samal. With great help of long bamboo, they started rolling down
the mustard sticks and deposited them in the basket. They would not be content
with so much. Throughout the afternoon, they used to rotate under the semolina
tree in a little while, so that with the help of a strong wind, the rye beans
can be put in the basket below.
The younger grandson, that is, the widow of Nani, devarani
believed that her house was half of her house. In the eyes of the younger
grandson, their part was made more than half as they had come to this house
even before this Jethani, and in this regard Jethani's right should not have
belonged to Jeth's wife, but he had to be with him.
This tree of Semel is a witness that the time is too cruel.
He behaves with ruthlessness to the man. Kamla Babu's mother's baba, ie
Sukhanand, had brought this tree from here as a plant by planting it here as a
plant. From that day onwards, he became a silent witness of every incident
which happened in this house. Sukhanand was actually Sukhanand. He used to
enjoy all around time enjoying rain. It seemed as if the sadness could not be
torn apart near Sadashukhi Sukhananda.
It is said that time does not seem to change the eye. Time
also played brutal games with Sukhanand. The wife of the eldest son of two of
his two sons gave birth to two children and died in the Kaal's cheek, then the
younger son also got the divine after the birth of two children. Sukhanand had
fought this brutal punishment of time with great patience on his chest. Somehow
they ran away from the older son, they got another marriage, but despite having
Arya Samaji's ideas, they could not manage anything for their younger
daughter-in-law. She had to spend her entire life as a widow in this house.
There was no similarity to anything in the world of
'smallest daughter', that means, the whole world, the gossamer, greed,
illiterate, stubborn and widowed mother of two children. I do not know which
rites of previous births had come as a daughter-in-law of this house, and
because of which irony of fortune, the widow had already annulled her!
Sukhanand had made two grand houses for his two sons by joking his lifetime,
but when a young son died unexpectedly, he had called the younger daughter-in-law
to live in the same house in which he lived with his eldest son. Were. In time,
Sukhanand left the world, but the younger daughter-in-law stayed with her two
children in Jeth's house. The younger daughter-in-law was known as the
grandmother and younger grandson for the children of Kamal Babu's generation.
As Sakhanand had planted the tree, this was also the right
of Nani's widow devarani, that is, half of the younger grandson on the Semal
tree. With this right, the younger grandson collected the cotton in the entire
summer and kept the half-rupee right with him, and gave half a rupee to the big
grandson. The innocently satious grandmother filled the pillow with the cotton,
and the sisters who came in the summer filled the pillows for the daughters and
offered them. When the grandmother presented soft soft pillow of semolina
cotton to a sister daughter, she had a special type of glow in her eyes. His
satisfying mind was more fun than the experience he enjoyed in giving sarees,
sweaters, laddoos, mathirs and pickle boxes to sister sisters of this house.
The grandmother believed that it was the grandmother's
grandfather, that her gossip, gourmet and cocktail devarani had assumed half of
the semen on cotton, otherwise the small grandmother who had planted granite,
guava and banana trees in the backyard of the house, Nani had self-proclaimed
childhood right. In this connection, even the younger Nani had the right to
break the cowsandas and make their sauces. It was a different matter that they
used to offer that sauce generously to the daughters of their daughter-in-law,
because they did not have any daughter who had pheas in summer. Kamal Babu had
seen only one such generosity in the life of the younger grandson.
In those days, life was full of excitement. All the sisters
and daughters used to take their pears over their children. Kamal Babu used to
come with his mother Nanihal in those days. Tikka Mausi means big aunty, Jhabba
ausi i.e. mediocidal aunty and orange aunty i.e. small aunty, children of all
those children, then the children of the uncles, would be very happy in the
whole house. If the grandmother invites jalebi and samosas in the afternoon,
the whole house echoed with the fights of the children. Noise moves out of the
house and reaches the seminal tree. The grandmother tried to resolve their
disputes with great satisfaction. They patiently listen to the complaint of
every child and keep giving sweets to him till the child is satisfied but the
younger grandson plays the role of the umpire in these quarrels. Never show
this kid out of the field by showing the red card, and then punched him on the
child. The child also considers the role of the younger grandson who plays the
role of the umpire in place of the jalebi grandson.
Tikka Mousi, Zabba aunty and Santra Aasi also share equal
participation in these fights for Jalebi and Samos. Both the smallest mammals,
namely, Kinnu Mama and Gabu Mama also showed complete skill in these quarrels,
but because of Kamal Babu's mother whom the children of other species called
Gulla Aasi, because of being the biggest member of the house, stood away from
this quarrel and watched the spectacle. Possibly the lotus got the inspiration
to watch the spectacle by standing still rather than fighting for the jalabis.
Why Ray Kamal, you never quarrel for Jalebi. You are
different from other children! The younger grandson would have raised the lotus
standing apart from the other children. Seeing so much fighting, how much of
the jalebi took from his grandmother! In response, Kamal Babu smiles. The
younger grandson had a great displeasure over the fact that the little Kamal
never complained to him from other children nor did he demand more sweets for
himself.
Kamal Babu's meditation was more in looking at the methods
adopted to get more sweets than other children of his own age, not to swing
more sweets for themselves. He would have been surprised that the smallest
knit, how could he succeeded in getting Jalebi twice by dodging Nani every time
instead of other children, and how then the younger grandson had to catch his
theft and run behind him to snatch the jalibs so that other children complained
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Summer comes and goes. Summer ends with them, summer
holidays. All the sisters and daughters also take a leave from home. Along with
laddoos, monasteries and pickles in each sister-daughter's bag, a pillow of
semel was increased.
On the other hand, Sampal tree kept informing about the
change in the morning and the white hair and white wrinkles continued to grow.
Gradually the hair of the monsoons began to grow too. Some of the monies
started coming in two years instead of coming every year. The number of
children coming with them also decreased. Due to the arrival of some children
in large classes and some of their work was being done in the business, they
were unable to come back. In the subsequent years, Kamal Babu himself too could
have got less. Yes, there was such a difference that the number of children of
uncles in the house increased.
Kamal Babu was in Shimla in connection with those days when
he got a telegram that he was not a grandmother. As soon as he read the wire,
the seminal tree swam in front of Kamal Babu's eyes in place of Nana. They
constantly stabilize the mind that the grandmother did not remain, but knowing
why she felt every time she did not have a seminal tree. Kamal Babu came to
Nanihal for a day. The Seminal tree stood in the same way as a silent yogi.
Fully laden with cotton. The little nanny basket was still kept under the tree.
Nani's hair became white and white. As if the sapling of
cotton has given them their color. All the monkeys in the house were shown to
Kamal Babu but none of his children were there. Someone came with their
grandchildren, then with an old man with warts. Kamal Babu stayed for a day. At
the time of his return, he had stayed for a moment and saw the Saemal tree. Now
her height had become more and more. It seemed as if going deeper in the sky,
there is going to be deep.
For seven to eight years, Kamal Babu did not come to
Ninhahal. One day, suddenly he was informed by phone that he was not a
grandmother. Kamal Babu felt that there was a voice of Dhadam and the Semal
tree fell down. They looked shocked and looked around. Nothing had dropped.
There was no sound of falling of anything. Kamal Babu could not be known. He
gave his homage to the grandmother and paid tribute to him and again got back
in the job. Kamal Babu's mother went crazy over his grand grandson. After that
Kamal Babu's visit to Nanihal has not happened. Years passed. Jaan Seemal tree
will also be there or not, Kamal Babu often thinks.
Today, after twenty four years, when there came some work
from this city, Kamal Babu wanted to take a walk around Nanihal. Nana is not so
much Nani did not even exist. The arrival of the monsoons had only diminished
during Nana-Nani. Still, no maternal uncle, some mami will surely be found.
On opening the gate in the evening of the evening, his
eyesight was on the Semal tree. He was still present in the same way as the
sentinel like the stubborn yogi. At the bottom of the lawn was the railing of
the leaves. It was certainly certain that the lady of the house had not taken
the place of any woman in the house, the beginning of the day started with
blasting these leaves. Kamal Babu in the dark did not see whether the flowers
with red coals were sitting on the branches, but they had guessed that they
must be present there. They thought that going inside the house was of no
avail, the work that had come for it has happened.
They wanted to close the gate to return, at the same time
someone made a sound from inside- "Who is that?"
Kamal Babu's tongue was stuck with the palate. Answer what
they are! The questioner will know who is on the gate!
- 'Who is at the gate!' 'The voice came again.
- "I am no one." Kamal went out of the mouth of
Babu and he went ahead in the side of the seminal tree and went ahead.
- Dr. Mohanlal Gupta
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