In front of us, when the oven was heated in a house in the village, the housewife would send her daughter to the neighbour's house to get some bread. The women would arrive with their flour. On the one hand, everyone would be better off. On the other hand, the fire that was lit in the oven would have saved the fuel from being wasted, because once you heat the oven, you can bake five loaves of bread. Even after frying, the fire would have been so great that the big pot would have been filled with water and the lentils, wheat and millet would have been mixed with the ghar and in a short time the ghughanis would have been ready. Our mothers used to cook the ghaghans as alms. In the morning, when milk was called for butter, the neighboring children would come to the house to get lassi and everyone would get one liter of lassi for free. The village aunts would also add a little butter. Although it was a time of poverty, people's hearts were very big. In the village houses, children take salt, pepper, garlic and onion from each other's house. If they came to ask, love would be given with love and solidarity would increase. Mungri of cooked curry would definitely go to one or two houses next door. In the beginning when I brought an alarm clock from Lahore which was three inches round. If the villagers had applied the canal water according to their turn, they would have been very happy. Now let's see the time and apply the water. The carpenter of the village had made a box-like frame of sheesham wood and polished it. Applied The farmers of the village would happily walk around with a watch in one hand and something in the other and water the field at their own number. Some were so simple that first they had to explain that when the big needle arrives at 12 o'clock, it will be your turn to water. This watch would come back to our house once in 24 hours to give us the key. Now such clocks are nowhere to be seen. When there was a wedding ceremony in the village, boys from each house would collect a bed and go home with colored water. The name of the bride was written and returned when the marriage was completed. In winter, one bed was also collected. In the beginning, when the radio and then the TV came to our house, in the evening the whole class of children would sit and listen to the radio and watch TV because the TV was one or two houses in the whole village. For this, rivers would be laid on the ground. Our houses were unpaved. We had to wrap them up every year before the month of Sawan. Fifteen or twenty men from the village were called for this. All of this would be covered free of charge and only food and tea would be provided to them. In the same way, if women had gathered at the panghat or from wells to fill water in jugs, it would have been a kind of community meeting. All this love and solidarity began to end when outsiders came to our village. At first we were taught a lesson of national and ethnic pride that this is Turani. When this formula did not work, democracy attacked. Groups have been formed in the village. Who will become the councilor? Whose votes are more? Just now we started to separate. It was still going on that some educated scholars came from outside. They made it clear to us that your father was Barelvi, brother Deobandi, cousin Shia, uncle Wahhabi, uncle Pathari. Khalooz does not read correctly. Uncle is a preacher. Just then he turned to God for protection. We built mosques separately and wrote our doctrine.