The first paragraph
There is a small village in the water-capped mountains of Kashmir on the horizon. Tiny cottages lurk in the dark undergrowth. Here and there, in the shade of a group of trees, one or two slender, playful waterfalls are soaking the feet of the rural cottage, making quick steps on the tiny upholstery, and swaying the fallen flowers and leaves in waves to the nearest lake. Distant Nistaranga Sarsi: Laughing all day and night like the bright mirror of Shailalakshmi, divided into the blood of shy dawn, in the frosty rays of the sun, in the reflection of the stratified clouds of the evening, in the melting moonlight of the full moon. The dark village surrounded by dense trees is hidden alone from the noise of the earth in the veil of darkness in the middle of the rocks. In the distance, cows are grazing in the green fields, rural girls are fetching water from the cane, and the dreamy poet of the forest, Boukthak, is sitting in the dark corner of the village, singing melancholy songs. The whole village is like a poet's dream.
In this village, two boys and girls were in love. Holding hands in both of them, he used to play around in the village; In the bud of the bud, two regions are full of flowers; Whether the dry stars sank in the sky or not, the waters of the dawn did not turn red, but they swam like ripe lotuses in the chest of the mustard. Sitting on the highest peak of the cliff in the quiet midday, the sixteen-year-old Amar Singh would recite the Ramayana in a slow and soft voice, reciting Sitaharan by the great Ravana and burning with rage. The ten-year-old lotus goddess silently raised her deer's eyes to her mouth and listened silently, listening to Sita's lament in the Ashoka forest, soaking her eyelids in tears. Gradually the star's lamps lit in the vast courtyard of the sky, the fireflies erupted in the dark-regions of the evening, holding hands and returning to the hut. The lotus goddess was a great haughty woman; When someone told him something, he hid his face in Amar Singh's chest and cried. If Immortal comforted her, wiped away her tears, caressed and kissed her tearful forehead, all the pain of the girl would go away. He had no one else on earth; There was only a widowed mother and a loving Amar Singh, they were the girl's pride, comfort and playground.
The girl's father was an aristocratic man in the village. Everyone respected him as a high-ranking official of the state. Raised in the crores of wealth and situated in the distant moonlight of honor, Kamal never mingled with the girls of the village, playing with his sadh companion Amar Singh from his childhood. Amarsingh is the son of Ajit Singh, the general, but he has no money but he is of high lineage. For this reason, Kamal and Amar have got married. Kamal once proposed marriage to the son of a rich man named Mohanlal, but Kamal's father did not agree, knowing that his character was not good.
Kamal's father died. Gradually his possessions were gradually destroyed. Gradually, his stone building collapsed. Gradually, his family's reputation waned, and his friends gradually disappeared. The orphan widow left the dilapidated building and lived in a small hut. The widow is in great distress as she falls into abject poverty. Stay away from the way to protect dignity there is no means to save life — how will the beloved daughter endure the pain of poverty? Even though the loving mother begged, Kamal was not allowed to enjoy the sunshine of poverty.
Kamal will soon be married to Amar. There are a couple of weeks left to the wedding. While walking on the way to the immortal village, he would tell Kamal many happy stories of his future life. The girl was overjoyed to hear the story of their future sports in Amar's face and was looking at Amar's face with bewildered eyes. Thus while these two boys and girls were playing in the indistinct moonlit paradise of imagination, news came from the capital that war was raging on the borders of the state. Commander Ajit Singh will go to war and will take his son Amar Singh with him for war education.
It is evening, immortal and lotus are standing in the shade of the trees on the summit. Amar Singh says, "Kamal, I went, now who will listen to Ramayana."
The girl stared at him with wide eyes.
“Look, Kamal, this setting sun will rise again tomorrow, but I will not go to knock on your door. But let's see who else I will play with. "
Kamal said nothing, silently looking.
Immortal said, "Friend, if your immortal dies on the battlefield, then so be it."
Lotus wept as she wrapped her arms around Immortal's small arms; Said, "I love you immortal, why would you die."
The boy's eyes filled with tears; He quickly wiped it off and said, "Kamal, come on, it's getting dark - I'll take you to the hut for the last time today."
The two of them held hands and walked towards the cottage. The girls of the village are returning home to fetch water and sing, one after the other in the forest, one after the other, papiya is singing, the sky is rising. In the pride of why Amar would leave him, Kamal went to the hut and hid her face in her mother's bosom and started crying. Immortal said goodbye in tears and came back.
Immortal left the village that night with his father. He climbed the cliff at the far end of the village and asked for a return; He saw that Shailgram was sleeping in the moonlight, the restless stream was dancing, all the noise of the sleeping village was stopped, sometimes the muffled voice of one or two shepherds was going to the top of the village. Immortal saw the small cottage surrounded by the herb of the lotus goddess sleeping in the dim moonlight. I thought that in that hut, maybe for so long the empty-hearted girl was hiding her small face on the floor and crying for me with sleepless eyes. Immortal's eyes filled with tears.
Ajit Singh said, “Rajput-boy! You are crying during the war! ”
Immortal wiped away the tears.
Winter. The day is coming to an end. Dark dark clouds, valleys, creeks, forests, waterfalls, lakes have completely engulfed the crops, incessant snow is falling, all the rocks are covered with liquid snow, all the leafless thin trees are standing stunned on their white heads. The Himalayas seem to have become exhausted in the severe winter. Through the gloomy darkness of this winter's evening, piercing the dark steamy stunned clouds, a pale-faced, tear-stained poor girl is walking down the cliff with teary eyes. In the snow, the soles of the feet have become numb like stones, in winter the whole body is trembling, the face is blue, two or three silent pilgrims are walking by. The unfortunate Kamal is looking at their faces with sad eyes one by one. He is not saying what he is going to say, but he is soaking the area in tears and drawing footprints on the snow.
In the cottage, the sick mother goes to bed hungry. The girl has not been able to eat a single handful all day, traveling from morning to evening. Frightened, the frightened Bala could not beg from anyone — the girl had never begged, she did not know how to beg, she did not know what to say to anyone. If you saw that small sad face in Alulit Kuntalrashi, if you saw that small body trembling in the cold, the stone would also melt.
Gradually the darkness thickened. The despairing girl is returning to the hut in the empty area with a broken heart — but the numb legs do not rise again; Weak from hunger, tired from road work, dreaming in despair, exhausted in winter, the girl could no longer walk, fell asleep on the roadside in the snow. The body gradually became more and more exhausted. The girl realized that she would gradually become exhausted and die in the snow. She cried remembering her mother; He said with folded hands, "Mother Bhagwati, don't kill me, save me, if I die my mother will cry, my immortal will cry."
Gradually the girl fainted. Kamal Alulitakuntale was lying half-drenched in the snow in the relaxed area and fell on the side of the road like a dirty flower from a tree. Snow fell on the snow, snow particles fell on the girl's chest and melted. And gradually freezing. In this dark night not a single pilgrim is passing by. It started to rain. Night fell at home. The ice hit the ground. The girl lay alone on the cliff.
The second chapter
Kamal's mother was lying on a sick bed in a broken hut. The winter wind is blowing through the dilapidated house and entering the house at high speed. The widow lay on the bed, trembling. The house is dark, there is no one to light the lamp. Kamal went to beg in the morning, has not returned yet. The desperate widow is startled that the lotus is coming at every step. How many times has the widow tried to get up to find Kamal, but could not. How anxious and anxious the mother prayed to the gods in tears; How many times have you said in tears, “I am miserable, why didn't I die. The girl who never knew how to beg, had to stand outside the door like an orphan today? The little girl can't walk very far — how will she survive in this darkness, in the snow, in the rain. ”
Can't get up — but can't see Kamal, the widow slapped her chest and started crying anxiously. One or two neighbors came to see the widow; The widow hugged their feet and begged with tears in her eyes, "Where is my lost lotus wandering, go and look for her once."
They said, "In this snow, in the darkness, we can't go out of the house."
The widow wept and said, “Go once — I am an orphan, poor, I have no money, tell me what to give you. Little girl, she doesn't know the way, she hasn't eaten all day today - bring her to her mother's lap - God will bless you. "
No one listened. He will come out in the rain. Everyone went back to their homes.
Gradually the night came home. Weeping, the weak widow was exhausted, lying lifeless on the bed, at a time when footsteps were heard outside. The widow looked at the door with startled eyes and said in a low voice, “Kamal, mother, Aili? ”
"Who's in the house?" One asked rudely from outside.
Kamal's mother answered from the house. He entered the house with a branch lamp in his hand and as soon as he heard what he said to Kamal's mother, the widow screamed and fainted.
The third chapter
At this the snow-covered lotus gradually regained consciousness, his eyes widening. He saw a huge cave, large boulders scattered here and there, the cave was full of dark smoky clouds, piercing the darkness of that cloud, and some of the bright bearded faces of the branch lamp were looking at the lotus's face. There are various weapons hanging on the wall, such as axes, swords, etc., some small household items are scattered here and there. The girl closed her eyes in fear.
He closed his eyes again and asked. Someone asked him, "Who are you?"
The girl could not answer, took the girl's arm and shook it again and asked again, "Who are you?"
Kamal said in a frightened soft voice, "I am Kamal."
He thought that in this answer they would find all his identity.
One asked, "Why were you traveling this evening during the disaster?"
The girl could no longer stay, she cried. In a tearful voice, he said, "Today my mother has not been able to eat all day."
Everyone laughed — their cruel laughter echoed in the cave, the girl's words remained in her mouth, the lotus closed her eyes in fear. The laughter of the robbers went like a thunderbolt in the girl's bosom; She cried out in fear, "Take me to my mother."
Everyone laughed again. Gradually, they got to know Kamal's whereabouts, parents' names, etc. from him. Finally one said, “We are bandits, you are our prisoner. I am sending word to your mother that if she does not pay within the stipulated time, I will kill you. ”
Kamal cried and said, “Where will my mother get the money. He is very poor. He has no one else না don't kill me, don't kill me, I haven't done anything to anyone. ”
Everyone laughed again.
An envoy was sent to Kamal's mother. He went and said, "Your daughter has been taken prisoner. I will come on the third day from today. If you can pay five hundred coins, I will set her free, otherwise your daughter will be convinced."
Hearing this news, Kamal's mother fainted.
Where the poor widow will get money. He sold all the goods one by one. He kept some ornaments to give to Kamal when he got married and sold them. However, not even a quarter of the fixed amount. Nothing more. Finally, she undressed her breasts, leaving behind a ring of her dead husband — bowing down, be it happiness, sorrow, poverty, never leave it, hiding it in her bosom forever — she thought it was her ring. But he brought it out with tears in his eyes.
Chapter Four
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