Soil shade

Farsu dragged his feet and sat on the steps. His calloused fingers ran over the smooth steps
Fi Ravali. Then he sat with both his legs folded and his hands on his knees looking at the sky.
"Get up, go inside and sit," Sun's voice came.
Farsu got up holding the door frame. The bones of his legs were stiff. In the inner room
He came and sat on a chubby chair. He felt uncomfortable on this chair. with legs up
Even if she sat, the daughter-in-law would cry. She never knew how to sit like this. Acepais on the steps of an old house
The same old habit of sitting. There was an old tea tree at the door. Boil the water in the pot
The house was full. Chi che's shadow used to be on the house like a mother's layer. Mangalore kaulas
The wind would blow as if blowing through the pipes.
Farsu used to sit on the steps. Seeing butterflies fluttering from above, leaves climbing the trees
This was his spare time industry.
At night, after dinner, he and Abu used to sit on the roots of the tamarind tree. through the pages
They used to chat under the rising moon.
Many subjects. Sometimes the Inus masters used to come. He used to tell the news coming in the paper. Where in America?
Farsu and Abu used to listen to that news with great surprise.
Chickpea leaves are very round
to be Written by Farsu
It was all manure. Page after page
He used to throw it in the wadi. come on
A tree covered his land
Made such black kasadar
It was, that she never had a chance
I didn't have to bring it anywhere.
During the rainy season, this is Ravi Gach
Seeing the rice that was done
The villagers were heartbroken.
When the burning gold of rice came into the house, eggplant, dudhi, and curry were to be cultivated. Farsu and
His congregation used to exercise until his back hurts. Hersuddha was equally watery. Second Like a cow that gives milk until V. Even in Vaishakhat, she has plenty of water.
In a famine all the wells in the village had fallen dry ; but in the manner of the Pharisees
There was no end to the water. Farsu would say, “Fathers’ earnings, boys! They are the same in Pune
Bawdi is not a river but a river. Why is it that you don't have a root in someone's work?
Will the rats in my house survive on this piece of land and a half?”
He raised four children on that one and a half acre piece. Three girls have been married and sent to their father - in - law
She didn't even take it and put so many scars on her throat. Manu is the last.
Farsu had not gone before the third re-fourth. He taught Manula. In a company called Kuthlya Sha English
He's at work. Farsula had never known that he was unhappy to put his finger in the ground; But he
I don't want to say anything. Hands and feet will walk tovar this soil to serve, this is that name and that
The congregation had never decided. The trees and leaves raised with as much love as the children of the womb
They were determined not to throw it open.
“Baba, let’s eat.” Farsu shook at Manu’s voice. He got up and stood up. Something t
He felt tired... Hm! Before, such feet would not be filled. growing by supporting the shrubs
Hayat went away. Your support has never been broken.. Now you can take care of yourself.. yourself
Your Aadhaar now.
‘‘What dreams they stand watching, who knows ! Should we sit in the kitchen all day? ’’ Farsuchya
The only sound I could hear was coming from the kitchen. He is at the dinner table, restraining himself
He came and sat down.
She was eating in front of the house. This food did not allow the grass to come off the floor. These are the main grasses of the day
They were bringing tears to his eyes.
In the past, dinner was served in the darkness of the old house. Manu’s mother would not pray.. ‘Our
Father, you are in heaven.....’
If there is no prayer in unison, there will be no food. Manu’s mother would run the bakery. Manu tar jevata
Nina, getting up at dinner, would have fun with Sibal. I would spend hours in the hustle and bustle of food... my mind would be empty
Ghasagani k stomach maya utarayachi .. food at least what asayacha .. a vegetable, sometimes dal, dry bombil,
Rice and rice bread, something like that.
But, the whole forest of young, grown guppy bananas sleeps on the ground in a rainstorm, so
Our world has become what it was not. When I spent in the garden, I got a wire or a nail in my leg
Within a week, the candles of the wife and children were extinguished! Who noticed, that Panaji's Pune e
Finished? That the pot of sins of past births is now flowing? No, no.. this will be a curse of the soil.
The soil that made this world blossom is the soil we destroyed.. its market like carrots and eggplant
presented. Manu took the ground and shook his neck like an ox. ‘‘Manu , hey boy, speak up
Something.. , ’’ Farsu said warmly without staying, ‘‘ Oh , you are the land alone in my mind
Don’t be angry, don’t hate.. I feel a little bad that we were born in that soil.
“Baba, he was building that bungalow today because the land was empty
Kadala lagloa. I got a manslaughter house today, thank God.. otherwise you would have your own,
My ex-land is gone, my ex-land is gone, continued.’’ Hearing Manu's words, Farsu's limbs trembled as if the sail should fall on him. Soonbai had stopped to eat.
The pride of having built a house spread over Manu's face. If Farsu has a pit in his stomach, then he will
done Sliding the next plate, he got up. Soonbai started eating. Manu also started eating.
Farsu came into the courtyard with his shoulders down and his neck down.
The builder constructed a beautiful, manageable bungalow for Manu. In front of it is a big building
It was taking shape.
Farsu thought, the tractor rolled on the ground, the garden soil was mixed, big pits were dug,
What must that mother have felt when the huge stone and tower was raised above her? and come
If the umbilical cord is broken with the soil, how will the human being survive? The feet are on the soil, only on that man is the man
There is.. The boy has not maintained his relationship with the soil, now he does not even tell his relationship with his father. Why with cement, stone, bricks
When a human relationship is established? Didn't the soil make us all? And finally hers
She wants to go to rest in her arms.
I came..
The moonlight was shining everywhere. Earlier, the moon used to fall like rain. Oldies in the house
Goods and poetry, like that tree also went. Mango, fanas, okra, nevar.. all land was destroyed.
Manu once said, “These trees are rubbish.
These wild trees are not beautiful.. Let's cut them and plant beautiful roses.
Then Farsu replied, "Son, the trees are not wild! We humans are wild.. Kuradi
We humans who cut down trees are savages, Manu..''
Those trees before Farsu's birth were cut before Farsu's eyes. Manu said that in English
The garden of roses bloomed.
"Farsu, Farsu, what is the night mercury doing alone?" Farsu heard Abu's voice.
He came to his senses.
"Abu, ex-wife went to Kosu.
She also cut it.
It will be fine..''
Oh, what does Aya cry? Me.. Your friend Abu Hai, Inus Master Hai.. Um? Not your son,
Son-in-law, Pori, Jawayan Hat No? No one will dump you? Our fursu is really gone now..''
Abu Usan said with a smile.
"Abu, Ye Maya Ragatai Manasam.. But the land fell, the money did not come and they returned it to the father.. Now I
No one said no! The former land is gone.. I gave it to her.. Manu brought the paper, I signed.. I
Dishonested.
Oh my God, those people are coming to the ground. You spent your free time crying.. Bug, a basket full of money
I have found Manu.. Now there is no need to put your hands in the soil.. Eat happily after death..''
"That money is not money, Abu.. It is the blood of Amsha Aaja, Panjaam.. Blood does not break the relationship..
I have to suffer.. I will suffer that curse.. No money, no happiness.. Forgive me! "
Farsu folded his hands and looked at the sky.
"Yedya, Farsu, people have fun on the ground." They buy cars.. they build bungalows.. you own them Jalambhar dhorharakam khapala paye..’’
“You’ve become that builder, Dad!” Farsune scolded him, raising his voice. mug
Turning his back to that tea, he said in a low voice,
Kamaa? Abu, we started to feel like.. but we are not.. they don't have anything to do with it.. they don't have it
Not even the ground underfoot..’’
“They’ll see later,” said Abu, patting his shoulder, “There are a lot of boys these days
They are clever.. They don't have their feet on the ground.. These guys go on boats.. They go in faith.. They are not Arabs,
England, and America are cut off and the boy is his... let’s go, time bug is gone.. go, sleep..’’
Abu Ni Ghoon Gela. His shadow followed him, choking like a cat.
Farsu kept looking at his father behind him. Suddenly his eyes shifted to the left. Two and a half of that
From a piece of acre, the huge building rose like a cocoon. In the dim moonlight and dust
It felt terrible. The dark thickness of the building shadows the bushes to the flattened field
The sunset was busy spread out as the skull fell asleep.
Farsula thought that this was the shadow of his soil.