"Drink the same water as these Neharias come and go. This is the only way to fill the two pots of Lemda Nech forever. This Nehariya does not come down to drink this water."  - Manubhai spoke very naturally.  The selflessness and innocent smile on his face as he spoke was evident.  This thing from a year ago is still fixed in my mind and heart.  There are some things that are going to be heartbreaking forever.

This Manubhai's house is located on the main road from our village to Seam Bhani.  This house is right on the road.  His family keeps water specially for these students.  Most of the population of our village lives in Seam.  Most of the students in the village primary school come from the seam.  This Manubhai's house is a place for students to drink water while coming and going to school.  The pots under the neem in front of the house must be full.  Students feel free to come here and drink water.  Every child who drinks water here bears witness to this service and spirit of service.  These children only get water to drink here;  Lessons on life values ​​are also available here.

So this seems very common.  But sometimes what seems small or ordinary at first glance is invaluable.  Starting a good job is a big deal.  But it also requires a great deal of mind to sustain the work that has been started.  And every good deed we make is never small.  Some tasks are spontaneous.  It has Rajipo and Nijanand Potiko.  The values ​​of life seem to be disappearing from society today;  Mankind is forgotten.  In such a time, this small work of his remains an ideal for all of us.  Everyone lives for themselves and for themselves, but parasites who know how to live for parks are really the true capital of society.  The small services of such benevolent individuals are a beacon for the whole society in keeping the values ​​of social life alive and well.  Then it is time to pay homage to this small service of Manubhai!

"Sir, your board fell. The board you used to eat fell today due to heavy rain and wind."  - Friend Satish gave this news to the frustrated in a sad voice.  Her voice was as clear as the shock of losing a loved one.  However, after hearing this news for a while, I was also shocked.

Ever since I was a child, I have eaten the salt of this board with all my heart.  Our group used to reach this board to eat bore.  Having a family relationship with a friend meant going to his farm frequently.  When a guest came to our house, he would take them to this board.  Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally.  This board also seems to be happy to see us.  The whole board, swaying in the wind, seemed to be greeted by the sound of its leaves.  This board seems to be calling us!  This board has generously made us bored.

A clever friend climbs on the board and shakes the branch and the bore falls down.  We all became impatient to weave bores.  And sometimes trying to bore with a stone or a small stick.  Some friends, like Arjun, were aiming accurately.  Filling the shirt and pants with bore.  Proud to be more bored.  The more boring it is, the harder it will be.  Coming home eating these accumulated bores.  So the joy of sharing boredom with everyone at home was something different.

Today, even after all these years, the taste of this board is just as fresh on the tongue.  If we don't taste the bore once in a season, the chain will not fall.  If it is not possible to go to this board in the farm, let's send a message and order a bore.  But if we are bored, we will definitely eat.  All these memories are just as thrilling today.

Childhood was ruined with this board.  And the taste of its salty boar will live on forever.  Well, this board is no more.  Without this board, which has been standing on the edge of the farm for years, emptiness will be felt now.



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