Story: That June and that sun
Giving a soft impression of the arrival of the spring, the bridegroom, Kabra and Aru, who have begun to return with the intensity of the hurricane, have become somewhat restless and some have grown with the onset of May. Awareness, gentleness, warmth, the palm trees, the itching slopes, and the moment the coals begin to burn between the forest above, the gloomy, gloomy wings, the sky above, and the village-settlements - ah! In the same way, when you assimilate yourself in the midst of these, these sentences of yours really come as inspiration -
I forget the sun for you Forget me June falls for you,Don't think of me as the wind that blows for you,The coils call for spring for you.
… But again love, affection, love and
The celestial desires and longings of love and affection, when they are torn apart within the boundaries of love and affection, when they see the terrible famine of love and affection to be given to man within the eternal store of love and camaraderie, when they know that man has become a living corpse. Hey What a horrible experience, what a horrible moment! So sometimes - sometimes it feels like -
The sun you said is not for me,
You said June is not for me
Koili's song and the arrival of spring are not for me at all. Some are not - some are not for me, some are not for anyone. But then the sun shines in the sky of the world, June laughs, Koili sings, this is perhaps another irony! So - and so on and so forth and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on. My weak people, my strong people, my passionate people always want to live with people even when they are lonely and sad, how amazing !!! Forget it, don't forget those soft but poisonous words - in words, my people talk to you people, laugh, express their pain in front of you people.
Ai, Sai, Liu (pull the leg)
Parkhev, Parkhev, a text is running towards the shell.
The conversation in the present village is between Bista Budha and his youngest daughter. Today is a holiday, I am - where can I say, at home / abroad? I am here, I am, whatever.
Limbu Baje, standing in the courtyard of the lower house, insists that 'the farmer must come', while in the lower part of the house, the ears of wheat are hugging each other, while the lakhs of Tukul-Tukul of the next house are walking to burn their son. I am writing this story in your memory forgetting June, Koili, Batas… Why that bright sun burns your memory, Why that loving June does not dim your love, Why this wind does not blow your love to the far horizon, Why people cannot forget even if people want to ?
Why did Limbu Baje say 'Farmer must come', why did Lakhpate Dai say to his son 'Take fire, take fire', why do I have to miss you even in the midst of sun, moon, sky, wind !!! Yes !!!
Surprised - It's been a long time since I've been here, Surprised - a road to the north, our huts across the palm of the Ajang Mountains, sad hills, herdsmen grazing cattle - shepherd boys and girls, school children, my children, Devarali hills, fields The drains are the same, I am the same, you are the same! But how unbelievable is this declaration of 'we are the same'! Here, too, there is nothing but to be amazed, to be amazed at every moment, we always feel one or the other irony behind us, and with every astonishing situation, I miss you again, people seek people's love, people remember people's love, remember, people are surprised. , Isn't it?
Tomorrow, as usual, I will reach the school with the same falanchadanda, I will reach the school with the same distance, I will reach the school by cutting the same pandhera and I will search - my dear friends, my favorite children and the base of the same dhuppi. All of these - all of these are surprising things, all of these are stories of compulsion. What is life like, except to be surprised and compelled!
Six: I am amazed at the compulsion, and the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind that blows for me, and the coils that fill the music for me, seem to be compelled by compulsion.
Listen - like the acting of your civilization, like the bow of my civilization, like the jealousy of people, selfishness and greed, amidst the dense settlement of human beings, lonely sadness and many of us human beings are all - all constrained but what is this human desire - crying, laughing, loving, seeking love, giving love -
Even if the sun does not rise in the world
Even if June is not born in the world
Even if the coyote doesn't spring
"Hey, what are you doing?" Just a few days ago, when there was no afternoon class, I was coming towards Falancha hill when I saw a scene at the foot of a small Kabra tree above the road.
Two small children in the kindergarten class,
The book bag is longer than yourself,
Cabra's amila falling at the base of the cabra forgetting the world
Looking for sprouts, biting, biting, biting
Looking around the small Kabra tree, up and down
Mader, some old man's wheat, hid and cried again
The ears of wheat are dancing in the wheat field
Jhuker, Jhumer.
I suddenly asked -
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Good morning sir."
"Hello sir"
Listen, come here with your eyes closed for a moment and decorate these scenes in your mind, what does it feel like? Ah! After listening to the unexpected, unimaginable answers of those two children, I forgot about them and with the desire to assimilate myself in the world of those two children, I asked a beautiful looking child with love.
"Where is your house?"
‘He is hot.’ He looked across the hill.
"Who's at home?"
"Mom, Dad, Grandpa."
"Shall I come to you?"
Got it, you know? As soon as I said this sentence, I wanted the child's reply! He will approve of me, aha! But burning my infinite longing and sweet imagination, the child turned her face to the other side, I was shocked, I lost, I was broken. The fulfillment of even a small human desire is not in the world! What can I say, I was shattered, I was shattered again, I lost, I was lost… (The answer of that child did not come!)
But I am lucky that the sun rose unexpectedly on my dark horizon, June came laughing and the coal was stale. Surprisingly, instead of the nanny I called carefully, another nanny laughed and said, 'Sir, come to us too?'
Do you believe Do you believe I am amazed here, I am amazed with joy, love and sympathy, every happiness in the world is inspired, now I believe, it is really sunny here, June is laughing, Koili is singing, it is really sunny here, June is laughing. .
Hey I did bad things. It's too late, what a waste! I have to go to that nanny's house today.
‘Sir, come to us too?’ He has already called me. Should i go I want to leave. But hey I don't know the house of that child. But I have faith - every mountain in the world - thorns, fields, oceans - deserts - I will reach that child's house.
I think - that child is now looking at our way, playing with the sun, the sun, the moon, the stars, the coils and the clouds, wherever I meet her.
What are you doing now, I don't know, it's possible - remembering people who shouldn't be remembered - maybe you're suffering.
Don't think, don't remember, don't worry, you also have the sun to warm you, June to give you love and support, Koili Chari to fill the music for you is always there - there is wind and wind to show the way. I really believe -
You said mine, the sun is yours too
You said mine, June is yours too
You said mine, the coal is yours too - the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind are all ours, we are all ours… OK. Now accept your assurance, live looking at the same sun, sing under the same shade of June, live with the wind and live with the cuckoo's cuckoo's cuckoo, always - I will always be close to you.