Gravedigger
Today the sun is shining. Even wearing a feta on the head during the day does not stop the heat of the head. When I go to the farm, my whole body is drenched with sweat. When Ratan comes home from the field, he is soaked by the water flowing from his own body. The smell of his own body in the evening is also unique to him. I took a shower in the morning and kept the same diary. Sita is in Angena. The fire is burning. The house even has a simple stove and gas stove. But Sita likes to fold the firewood. Is the money coming for free? Firewood is sometimes collected from around the house and even from the forest. Which saves a few bucks. If you get sick at some point, you will need to pay. The daughters are growing up. Today is getting older than tomorrow. Even in summer, when the fire is burning in Angeno, the heat makes her sweaty.
"She is OK. Talking to anyone. Does he walk before he reaches old age? ”Uncle Man Bahadur sometimes teases Mamata saying the same thing. Sometimes Mamata laughs and shrugs. Sometimes Man Bahadur goes to fight with his uncle. Otherwise, a wooden stick will light up.
Uncle Man Bahadur walks towards his house after saying so. The same thing happens again and again.
"If you hit, you will die!", He thinks.
Ratan's eldest daughter is like the incarnation of a son. There is nothing to be ashamed of. A sacrifice that is nowhere to be found. This will affect the future mother-in-law, father-in-law and brother-in-law Nanda. '
Saying "monster", he expresses his anger in private. Mamata studies in class eight but looks a little older and more mature. It has grown lightly and has become edible. Sister Kopila is just the opposite. Even at the age of a small knot, Sani is just in the fifth grade.
There is a turn in front of Ratan's house. Look at Ali. There are not only flowers but also seasonal fruit trees.
One dark night, darkness covered Ratan's house. The village was deserted as if asleep. Meaning the voice of the people was not heard. But in the forest, foxes could be heard roaring.
‘If the fox enters the village, the goats will not leave the rest.’, Sita's mind was getting restless. The daughters helped to tie a bundle of vegetables. To be sold at the market tomorrow. By this time the daughters were asleep. Tomorrow's terror was the same. A thief could be found in the village at night. Apart from the goats in the barn fluttering their ears, other soft sounds were also heard.
Were waiting for tomorrow No one expected the day to be a black day for Ratan's family.
It was a market on Saturday. Ratan and Sita used to take their grains and vegetables to the market and sell them. They got up early in the morning and handed over the housework to Mamata and took out their carts. Sita put the handful of vegetables in the cart. Ratan put the corn, wheat and pulses in separate bags and put them in a cart. There were scales on the lid.
Mamata and Kopila had helped Sita a lot in the evening. Kopila was in bed as she stayed up late at night.
"Nani has to take away the cow and take it away," Sita told Kopila.
"Yes. Kopila replied from her bed.
Even though they were young, they had grown up in a rural environment and were well versed in such activities. It must be half past ten in the morning. Mamta packed food boxes in a bag to carry food to her father and mother and walked to the market carrying it. This was often the case on Saturdays. They were used to it. Kopila unloaded the cattle and walked away. The forest was overgrown with weeds. She would often go there with the item. There were also plants nearby.
During the reign of Rana, there was a dry tomb in the forest. Dead people were buried and cremated there. It was the Rana who planted trees there and built a temple nearby to perform pooja. In time, the place was transformed into a forest and the name remained - Chihanghari Forest.
There was a grass field above the graveyard. More than that, farmers had planted crops. If cattle graze on the crop, the crop is destroyed. She chased the cattle and took them to the side of the forest. The cattle were grazing. By that time, everything was going well. Kopila was sitting quietly on a wooden stool. She was collecting small balls to play with. Things were moving.
Some of the objects were sitting on the cooler. Kopila took out the bag and ate the corn, soybean and sandheko ghundruk in the bag. Lathi went to the river to drink water.
Surprisingly, Kopila did not return home even when the sun was setting. Sita had come from the market. Ratan was in the market. Mamata was cooking vegetables for the evening.
“Go and get your daughter and sister. I met my friend and started playing. Where the hell girl. ”, Sita said. Mamta ran. From other people returning with cattle, but she did not see her sister. "Have you seen Kopila?", He asked.
"No, you haven't seen it. We were in Pipalchaur. Did Kopila go to the graveyard? ”, One of them replied.
Mamata for the gravedigger. From the cattle. Items may have recognized the owner and returned to him.
“Kopila! Oh baby !! ”, he called out to his sister in a loud voice. Called several times. Look here, look there, look nowhere. ‘Leave the cattle and walk to the village to play,’ she thought. Mamta chased away the cattle.
Ratan had already arrived home. "Sister, not mother," said Mamata. "We don't even look for livestock," said Mamata again.
They went in search of Kopila. A couple of other villagers were also added. He had a torch light in his hand. Even though the sun was setting, it was still a little bright. They entered the forest. After much effort, they stopped. The scene there was gruesome. There were blood stains on the clothes worn by Kopila. It was difficult to tell whether she was alive or not. The clothes were torn. There was no movement in the pulse when the pulse was touched. The body was cold and emaciated. She was dead. Looking at the body and the surrounding area, it was clear that she had been raped and killed. Ratan and Sita cried when they saw this scene. "It is difficult to save my daughter even in the village. Ratan said crying.
If she had affection, she would have stopped the criminal. She was strong and strong. She was going to beat a few people with a handkerchief, a stone and a hand. But the star of the criminal will be a straight and fearless person. Even young girls who are not old enough to grow up and resist have been raped. Such incidents are happening in the society.