A golden knife is lost in a gift, not in the stomach!

- I know King Bhima, where did this thief Bhima come from?

- Tum se far hote hai to rahte hai yoon hi sad,

Tumse paas hote hain to badti hai aise hi pyas,

Tumse kaise kehe ye hamare dil ki sari baat,

Tum bhi bahut chen ho, hum bhi hai betaab.

A tall mansion is situated near the Bhadra gate of Patan. In the ornate windows of the mansion, a handsome Sami is standing beside a young man. This is one of the beauties that Vidhata Navrashe creates. Its color is red than Chanothi. She has braided her thick hair straight and braided it with pearls. In Ashtami's moon-like spear, a necklace of blue pearls is tied, and a large bore of rubies is hung in front. He is wearing a green necklace, and over it is a blood-colored mantle revealing the fury of Antar. Even the colors on the clothes used to symbolize the color of the mind thousands of years ago.

That mugha woman was bending down and staring at the highway. Behind that Mugdha's doting mother, in her eagerness to see, was watching so that her daughter did not fall down. As if youth is standing behind boodhapo! From the gate of Anhilpur Patan, the Gurjar heroes used to march around the battle arena. Images of a look-one-and-miss-one trooper were going around. Wah Ray Gurjaris! Look at the original Indraraj's Devasena.

Gurjareshwar Bhimdev was roaming around Ranmeda with a fight today. War and love have no rules. A man supposes a shallow depth, turns out to be an abysmal depth. A man imagines a deep well and a shallow puddle emerges. After a while, Zharukha came down from Rajhati Malpati walking. He saw the mugha standing in the window and raised his nose and threw a flower. Mugdha Nari took it. He pressed his heart.

Bhimamurti Gurjareshwar Bhimdev, sitting on that elephant, got a smile on his face! Mugdha showered saffron-kumkum.

The elephant beckoned as if pointing his thumb like a small child with narrow eyes at the beautiful woman.

'You wanted to drag him in love. I get dragged into battle. Who is strong? Nari or Kunjar?'

The Rasiya Narnars of Gujarat were adept in love and war at that time, and the king of whose people are so adept must be adept at it!

This was a Shakuntala of Gujarat. King Bhimdev was evil!

'Daughter! The dynasty is gone! Went to the desert. There is no trust in it. Come in!' said the mother standing behind.

'Mother! You manka! I am Shakuntala!' said the girl. And Diva Petavati stood holding Ma's hand.

Mother looked at her daughter's face. What a mouth! The one that makes Chakraborty forget his home! How speech! To forget Saraswati! How to dance! What a song! What a voice! The philanderer Vidhata finally filled his mind with a strange tear by giving away all that was in accordance with the harlotry.

The girl went on a pilgrimage to the Shivalayam of Somnath and sat there crying. I want to be a housewife! The little mouth started talking big. I want to be a princess. I want to give birth to Chakraborty. The life of Amravriksha becomes meaningful only in Amraphala! A vine without fruit should be cut with a piece of paper!

The mother wanted to work together with her daughter. 'Girl, if an ant pays attention to an elephant, it becomes an elephant, right?'

'Need it! There is a strange magic between Dilbar and Dil Bey.'

'Need to happen. But after a bhava.' Mother started to convince her daughter with argument. 'This morning, while paying attention to the elephant, the ant came under the feet of the elephant and died! If the elephant is killed, the elephant will be killed. Today you are an ant. Pay the religion of the ant. If the Kuldeepak of Kotidhwajo knocks on your door!'

'Mother! Tell those loafers in Cupid's garden that Bahula the courtesan is dead. It has been eaten. It will not be met this morning and the living Bhulla Satavadi is not ready to meet you.' Bahula said this and extinguished the lamp and sat in the inner room.

'Son, your words are like sati!'

'Can the daughter of a courtesan not be sati?' Bahula rushed out and said. 'Mother! I am Shakuntala. He has promised me.'

'Son! King, king and monkey. All three are the same!'

'Mother! You used to talk about Shankar-Parvati while pouring water in the barrel. I want to be a Parvati who subdues a completely Aghori like Shankar. Dil Bhar Dil Hai Ma!'

'Daughter! A courtesan does not have a heart, her heart is her business. If you do it heartily, you will die of hunger.'

'Mother! I met that dynasty in Somnath. Lord Shankar's witness took heart and gave. Just before climbing the mountain, he has sent me this gold dagger worth a quarter of a lakh as a gift. Has also made promises. wait will come If there are rubies, diamonds and pearls on this knife worth a quarter of a lakh. Ma, this Katari says that if you sell diamonds and pearls worth a quarter of a lakh, you will get others, but you will not sell a sheel of a quarter of a load. Then it will not be found for life.'

'What will he do to her?'

'Every day we will extract rubies and pearls, sell them, and fill our stomachs.'

'Then when will it be missing?'

'Will not the dynasty return in such a time?'

'Don't even turn! He may not even ask about your knowledge!'

'Don't say that! Cheer me up, mom! Stomach full - not full who is to know? And so the woman's belly-rank rattan! What if there is not enough food? I don't know what kind of soul will come to build a nest in it.'

Bahula looked at the sky and spoke as if she was not living on this earth. Nilgagaan was full of stars.

Bahula mumbled something. 'Mother! My life is ruined by separation. Comfort me!'

'You will die here in separation, and the ruffian royal will not even know...'

Mane stopped half speaking and said Bahula:

'Don't forget me. Even if the god forgets, the priest is awake. How much aarti will be performed? Finally wake up!'

'Have you ever seen the beauties of Malwa?'

'There are many fish in the lake. May the fish have a lake, mother, I dream! Woman's! The two great states of woman-wife-mother! A wife is a demanding life and a mother is a simple life! Your Bahula is dead! Mother! I have a dream.'

Bahula slept wearing a silk pajama! And wanted to dream!

Ma was thinking. A courtesan's daughter should be a lamp. When this girl was born, she was named 'Bahula' so that many girls would come to this house and the business would flourish.

Then the second daughter did not come. She did not come but one daughter of this one turned out to be a fool.

Days go by. Madhuvan is empty in Bahula's mind. One monsoon has gone, another has passed but the beloved Bapayo did not come! May the women of the world suffer. This woman did not start burning Vikas. He dissolved the disorders. Joban was not released, captured. She was living the life of a sati woman!

Long days and dreamy nights pass. One night a horseman comes! Silver flowers come to the companion of gold!

'Where is Chaula!'

'No one here!'

'Hey forgot the name. Where's Bakula?'

'No Bakula is here!'

'Not Bakula, Bahula.'

'Who art thou, O horseman?'

'I am Bhima!'

'I know King Bhima. Where did you come from, Bhim Chor?'

'Hey Bahula! I am Bhimdev! I have come to get you.'

'Thiefs come at night. Come on day! They did not come to collect the stolen goods. Did not come to do the work of shame. My Bhima comes playing instruments. Let me sit on the elephant with the hand. I am Shakuntala from Gujarat.'

Aswar turns back. The next morning the sting comes. Raj Hati comes. Khandu of Raj comes. Bahula sits on it and goes to the exile of the royals of Gujarat. Bahula of the world offered the waters of Nave! The aspirations of the brides were lightened. And made his dream come true.

Bahula Gurjar became Chakraborty's mother! Bahula's son Kshemraj! Kshemraj's son Devprasad! Tribhuvanpal of Devprasad. Kumarpal of Tribhuvanpal!

Kumarpal was called Gurjar Chakraborty. Malwa, Mewar, Marwar, Saurashtra, Lat and even Navsari were threatened by Gurjars. Mallikarjuna of Konkan was also a vassal of Gurjars.

A loving woman's dream came true in one hundred and twenty five years.

anecdotal

Talk about unity, price differences!

Naughty Tony made a kind face and said to the class teacher Ramanlal, 'Sir, I'm sorry, but now I'm going to leave this school and go to another school.'

Teacher Ramanlal's heart sank, but he asked, 'Tony, what is it that makes you want to leave this school? Has one of your friends threatened you or are you scared?'

'No sir, forget it. Don't worry, Tony, but I've got my mind up now.'

Ramanlal showed his affection and said, 'That cannot happen. May your mind get out of this Nishal today and go to another Nishal. Then what will you do if you lose your mind even from the second Nishal? How much your studies will deteriorate.'

Shrugging his shoulders, Tony said, 'No sir, I want to leave this niche and that too for two reasons.'

'So? Why?'

Tony said, 'All the boys in this class tease me every day that this Ramanlal master will retire, then you will. Right now you are getting away with bullying, but we will take care of you later.'

Hearing this Ramanlal Master said, 'You leave your worries. Let them say whatever they want to say. I am not going to retire for another five years.'

'Sir, this is my second reason for changing schools.' Tony clarified.

We remembered this because there is talk of unity of the opposition in the country, but unity is not created. One party gets fed up with the other party by putting forward some excuse like naughty Tony. Each opposing party gets involved in a matter that serves its own interests and keeps its side when it does not benefit it. Therefore, every opposition insists for unity, but it ends in rebellion!