Queen yam

 Queen yam

 King Prithvindra was hunting in Raniwan.  He saw only white hair in the bushes.  Thinking he was aiming at a tiger-bear or some other animal, a scarecrow came and sat on his arrow.  He looked all over Danphe Chari's body.  Suddenly the love of soil, people and animals grew in his mind.  He jumped up and sat on the white hair he was aiming for.

 King Prithvindra was hunting in Raniwan. He saw only white hair in the bushes.  Thinking he was aiming at a tiger-bear or some other animal, a scarecrow came and sat on his arrow.  He looked all over Danphe Chari's body.  Suddenly the love of soil, people and animals grew in his mind.  He jumped up and sat on the white hair he was aiming for.  When the arrow danced, he went straight to the dread.
 ‘Who are you, why didn't you shoot an arrow?’ Asked an old woman.
 ‘I am the king of this country, Prithvi.  Tell me, with what desire are you here?  I will fulfill your wish. '

 The old woman smiled and said, 'Maybe you will be the king of this country.  But, whether you are the king of this country or not does not make any difference to me at this age.  Between these two stones is Ranitarul.  Take it out and give it to me.  It will satisfy my hunger for the rest of my life.  And only then will I consider you king. '
 The hunter started digging yams without saying anything.  With great effort, he took out a yam and handed it to the old woman, saying, "My little sorrow is not the yam of Ajra."  Don't waste even a small piece of it, become conscious. '
 When the king does so, his soldiers arrive.  Following the prey, the king was left alone in the forest.

 The king asked, 'Who are you?  Do you have children  Where are you going with this yam? '
 "My name is Bhumisara.  But I have a hut near the settlement.  I have twelve sons.  However, after my husband's death, my children did not see me.  I live alone now.  I am waiting for tomorrow by begging or looking for roots in the forest, 'replied the old woman.
 The king said nothing.  Bhumisara returned to the hut carrying a load of long yams.

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 Bhumisara, who had torn the bhoto of five or twenty winters, was looking for tubers in Raniwan.  His Dasnagra fell between two huge stones, which was like a fantasy and a dream for him to dig out.
 She was just sitting on the ground, touching the yam.  For example, she had touched any part of her body where she felt she was.  At the same time, King Prithvindra had arrived.

 Returning to the hut, she began to eat yams.  Surprisingly, there was a sword in the middle of the yam.  She thought that a brave man might have planted a sword, and that is where the yam came from.

 Inside the sheath was a sharp and shiny sword made of special metal.  Bhumisra, who had been hungry for many days, ate all the yams until midnight and slept soundly.

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 Alakh, Alakh, Alakh
 One morning the monk's voice was heard, and Bhumisara woke up.  He had nothing to beg for.  But, his eyes fell on the sword.  She drew her sword to the door.

 ‘O Mahatma † there is no grain, fruit or wealth in my hut, this is a sword that is not worthy of begging.  Instead, I hand over my old body to you.  How long will I live now?  I will spend the rest of my life serving you.  It is my privilege to spend the last hours of my life in the service of a Mahatma like you. '

 The monk looked at Bhumisara for a while and said with a smile, "That sword is more useful for a sannyasi than a young woman like you."
 Bhumisara is surprised when the monk calls herself Taruni.  However, the intervening monks had seen the past and future of Bhumisara.

 The monk said, 'Girl, you were old till yesterday.  But now your youth is back.  When you ate the yam given by King Prithvindra, you became a young woman overnight.  That was the element of rejuvenating the old woman in Ranitrul. '
 Bhumisra, who had eaten yams and slept, did not look at herself, but looked at the ascetic.  The arms, chest and abdomen were really strong.  

She couldn't believe it anymore, she looked at her reflection in the smooth and shiny sword drawn from the man, her face was full of youth.
 She was ashamed to look at the monk and immediately said in a muffled manner, 'O Mahatma, what should I do with this youth?  I was a widow yesterday. '

 "Girl, you lost your husband, that's true."  This is also true, ideas can never be widowed, but made.  Enjoy this youth.  But, when you enjoy your youth, other people should not be in real trouble. '

 "O Mahatma, I could not understand your last statement. Would you make it clear?"
 Girl, think for yourself.  Nature has given you the power to think and discernment.  But I will show you the way to this youth.
 But there is a boat on the river, so sit on the bank with this sword.  There are many men going back and forth.

 Take care of the man who will look at the sword without looking at you.  He will hold the sword in his right hand and the bottom of the mane in his left.  Then, he will draw a sword from his scabbard and turn it over to him.  Then he will look at the edge of the sword from the top to the bottom without blinking his eyes.  The man who follows this method deserves to be chosen as your husband.
 By giving so many tricks, the ascetic went on his way.

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 According to the monk, Bhumisara sat with her sword in the morning.  Many men passed by, but no one looked at the sword, only at his youth.  It was getting late, and she was starving.  The hope that a man like Sannyasi would come was dying.
 At that moment, a man appeared.  His only target was a sword.  For example, for him there is nothing but a sword, he has not seen Bhumisara.  Bhumisara was mesmerized by her shapely body, her eyes looking like a target, her steps on a long journey.

 As the monk said, he raised his sword and looked at the edge.
 "Give me your sword, O impeccable beauty. What price must I pay for this?"
 Bhumisara said, "I am alone, I have no one to support me.  My life is connected with this sword.  Only he who understands the value and importance of this sword can protect me.  So if you want to take this sword, you have to take me as a half-brother. '

 ‘Hey Sundari, my name is Samar.  I have set out for a very long journey, I have to swim a lot.  It may hurt you to go with me.  Now I carry this sword.  After achieving the goal of the journey, I will take you back. '

 "Don't talk like that.  That a man who walks as a monk, a man who walks with a sword cannot run away from a woman, 'said Bhumisara,' a man who runs away from a woman has no right to carry a sword. '
 Without saying anything, Samar took Bhumisara's hand and left.

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 By hunting in the forest, Summer made a living.  They were living in a cave in the forest.  At night, a group of people attacked Samar.  Bhumisara was fast asleep.  He was bleeding profusely. When he woke up, Samar was not brandishing his sword with great bravery.
 She looked intently, there were twelve of her brothers, sons and grandsons fighting the summer.  They had already accepted defeat.
 Bhumisra asked, "Why did you come here to fight?"

 One of them replied, "The stream of your youth is enough to seduce an ordinary man. We have come here to enjoy your youth."
 There was no basis for them to know their mother who had gone from an old woman to a young woman overnight.  However, they were respectful of each other's wives.  Bhumisara's eyes are filled with grief over the loss of her child.  She simply said, 'Your mother was just like me in Bains.'

 Samar and Bhumisra, who were walking with lamps in their hands, reached a monk's hut.  Who came to your hut at midnight?  The monks took the test, throwing a snake possessed by sorcery near them.  Summer put Bhumisara behind him and drew his sword from his mane.  Bhumisara thought that he had done this work so fast that it was not the people but the gods who had come forward to save themselves.
 At that moment, the monk said, "Don't be afraid, snakes don't do anything."

 Bhumisara knew the monk, who told her to choose a suitable groom.
 After a simple conversation, the monk gave them a place to stay in his hut.
 He said to Bhumisara, 'Girl, you have chosen a suitable bridegroom.  Once upon a time, lightning flashed across your husband's solar kingdom.  One day he will be the king of this kingdom.  But, take care of this - your husband's age of bravery, patience and wisdom is very short.  Now that his self-esteem is on fire, he has become very intelligent.  But once it comes to power, it will lose its sanity. '

 Summer also listened intently to the monks' words.  He asked, "O Mahatma, what is the basis for me to lose my conscience when I come to power?"
 ‘Gold Prince, there is a weapon in the womb of the state, the state is born by the force of arms.  After becoming the owner of a weapon, one's ego grows and one loses one's conscience. '
 Bhumisara's face shows a line of surprise and joy as the monk addresses her husband as a prince.

 The monk said, 'Girl, your age and experience are more than mine.  But, today time has made you a young woman.  But, Summer doesn't know that.  And, you don't know that Samar is the prince of this country. '
 The words of the ascetic brought both of them face to face.  Summer also thought that it was not normal for a young woman to take a test of a man on the road with a sword.
 On the other hand, Bhumisara believed that Samar was a special man who had been taking exams step by step since he met her.  But she was not convinced that he was a prince.

 The monk said of Samar, ‘King Prithvindra of the foothills of the Himalayas has three brothers and a son, the youngest of whom is Samar.  The eldest emperor and female parliamentarian are entertaining Sura-Sundari.  They are ready to empty the coffers of the state.  Exploiting the people in the frenzy of power makes them happy.  Summer didn't like it at all.  Samar dreamed of making the state sovereign and prosperous with the help of hungry and naked people, and equal justice for all.  He came out of the palace thinking like this, he met you on the way. '

 The monk also told Samar the story of Bhumisara growing from old to young.  Samar and Bhumisra hugged each other, happy to have a special kind of spouse.
 The monk said to Samar, 'It is your religion to fulfill the dream you have seen.  But, for this you need some knowledge of the material world.  I'll give you a book, put it to bed and sleep.  You must dream, meditate on it. '
 So much so that Baba began to meditate inside the hut.

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 Samar slept with Bhumisara in his arms and the book on his head.  Without saying he dreamed
 There is a terrible earthquake, and there is a great earthquake.  A naked Yemeni woman emerges from the same dungeon.  She urinates, becomes a river.  She defecates, becomes a mountain.  Wherever she steps, there is a green field.  After that, she started giving birth to many species of insects, grasshoppers, fish and birds.  She gives birth so much that the whole earth is filled.

 Then she falls to the ground.  A big tree grows on it, it bears fruit.  People who eat the fruit become civilized, happy and prosperous.
 People born to him are divided into groups.  From time to time they fight and draw the borders of their respective kingdoms on earth.  Then, there is a war between the states for prosperity and finally an agreement is reached to distribute the fruits every year according to the state's own boundaries and power.

 The prosperity thus distributed is enjoyed only by the rulers of each state, the rulers' entourage, and the elders.  Many people in the state are neglected and oppressed by the state due to lack of prosperity.  Then they unite and demand equal distribution of prosperity to all.  Eventually a war will break out.  Older people, children, and women who have not been able to eat fruit are also involved in war.
 A terrible war was going on, Summer woke up from a dream.

 Sweating profusely, she woke up and woke up.  Summer told Bhumisara about the dream.
 Bhumisra told Samar, "You too must make all the sacrifices to give equal justice to all the people of the state."  I will support you. '

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 The descendants of Bhumisra covered seven hills.  Both Samar and Bhumisra went there.  Summer said, ‘You are suffering from misery, poverty, disease.  But there are also those who live happily ever after.  If the government wanted, there would be no food for some and no food for others.  But, he has no interest.  So now we have to demand equal happiness from the government and fight if we don't get it. '

 The villagers enjoyed listening to Samar, but did not dare to fight.  To give them energy, Bhumisara explained the fact that she had become a young woman and that she had joined the fight with Samar for the sake of her children.  However, the villagers remembered his words even more.