GREEN

We talked to Harida and said, Have you heard, Harida, what happened?

By blowing on Unan's face and blowing many threads, Harida answered our words this time - No, I didn't hear anything.

- What has Jagdish Babu done, Shashaneni Harida?

Harida, no brother, how can I listen to the news of big people? Who will tell me?

For seven days a monk came and stayed at Jagdishbabu's house. Very high rate monk. Lives in Himalayan caves. Eat only one haritaki throughout the year; Eat nothing else. Many people think that the age of the monk is more than a thousand years. Are Harida-Sanyasis still there?

- No, gone. Harida regretted - I would have gone and washed my feet once.

Harida could not get it. He is a terribly rare thing. The monk did not allow anyone to touch the dust except that one Jagdish Babu. Harida-why?

Jagdish Babu attached a senna ball to a pair of wooden clogs and held it at the monk's feet. Then the monk was forced to put his feet forward, put on new clogs and Jagdish Babu took the dust from his feet.

Harida-Bah, this is very interesting!

- Yes, apart from that, Jagdish Babu forcibly threw a one hundred taka note into the monk's pocket while sending the monk away. The monk smiled and left. |

Harida became very serious after hearing the story. He remained silent for a long time. Harida has no ear to what we are saying or not saying.

The fire of Harida's heat was burning very loudly. After putting down a pot of boiling water for our tea, Harida put her pot of rice on the stove.

This small house inside the narrowest lane of the city is the house of Harida's life; And the morning and evening chat room for four of us. We bring tea, sugar and milk. Harida just boils water in the fire of his Unan.

Harida is a very poor man. But there is an obstacle in Harida's life to work. If you want, Harida can get an office job, or a shop salesman job; But that kind of work is not the choice of Harida's life. It is not possible for Harida to do a regular job with time and rules in front of the clock. Harida Unan's pot often boils only water and does not boil rice. Harida does not mind tolerating this monotonous lack, but has a terrible objection to monotonous work.

Harida's life has a really dramatic variety. And, that is Harida's profession in life. Haridar tries to settle his demand for rice pots with whatever he earns from Bahurupi. Sometimes Harida really worships. Then one day suddenly again one morning or evening in a strange disguise and went out on the road. No one can recognize. Those who know give one-anna or two-anna gratuity. Those who do not recognize, either do not pay anything, or get bored and give two paisa each.

This small house inside the narrowest lane of the city is the house of Harida's life; And the morning and evening chat room for four of us. We bring tea, sugar and milk. Harida just boils water in the fire of his Unan.

Harida is a very poor man. But there is an obstacle in Harida's life to work. If you want, Harida can get an office job, or a shop salesman job; But that kind of work is not the choice of Harida's life. It is not possible for Harida to do a regular job with time and rules in front of the clock. Harida Unan's pot often boils only water and does not boil rice. Harida does not mind tolerating this monotonous lack, but has a terrible objection to monotonous work.

Harida's life has a really dramatic variety. And, that is Harida's profession in life. Haridar tries to settle his demand for rice pots with whatever he earns from Bahurupi. Sometimes Harida really worships. Then one day suddenly again one morning or evening in a strange disguise and went out on the road. No one can recognize. Those who know give one-anna or two-anna gratuity. Those who do not recognize, either do not pay anything, or get bored and give two paisa each.