"All the villages are returning to save themselves, they are the ones who once left the village to earn the city"

Hey, what is there in the village, we are going to the city to earn money… Why don't people say the same, forget their village, their country, the soil in which they were born and go to the city. In the light of the dazzle that is now forcing them to return to the village. Today everyone is coming back to that village. Fearing an illness, everyone is missing their village, everyone started liking the bread there, the sun started to look pleasant. 

The village on which people have made various allegations so far, today that village is becoming a 'beloved home' for the people. People call the person living in the village uneducated, uncultured, ungrateful, cowardly, but today, decent, noble, educated, everyone is running away for only one roti. What the city gave, 'corona virus'. Good at this, the village is rude, goths are boorish, at least they don't spread any virus because they only know how to spread love. He knows to feed bread and not snatch it.

The employment for which people had run away from the village in the city has now stopped, so everyone started reminding them of their village. At this time, the crisis of Corona virus has told people the importance of their village. Many people are sure that they may not survive in the city, but the village will save them. The village will not let it go hungry. You will get one time bite to eat in the village.

Well, seeing the scene that is in front of our eyes at this time, it can be said that the village never lets anyone starve. There is always a call from a village that, 'A man you do not know how many blasphemies have been imposed on me, but I will never leave you.' Such is the call of a village, "Yes come on my lord, I will not let you die of hunger." Come, decorate me again, put chaupal on my lap again, roll chalk wheels in my courtyard, grow grain in my fields, sit in the barns and sing alha, eat yourself, feed the world, make mahua palas leaves and make leaves, Be Gopal, buzz my garden, garden, garden. Bachbu Baba's grinded love abuses, Ramajanam Kaka's ludicrous dialogue, big-hearted anger and beatings and loving abuse, Dasharatha Sahu's sweet shawl and cobbler's shop, Badhobje's Sondhi Smell, Laia Chana kachri, boot khesari happening, are calling on you even today.

A. My friend says, no matter how much you stone the tree, it does not stop giving fruit, just like there is a village which you can leave anywhere and call it good and bad, but it is always good for you. and does. The comfort you get there will not be found on the run-of-the-road streets of cities. The village eats away all the stress of a human being who is sitting to eat it.

A village says- "Come and visit me from time to time, be sure to put your BB children in my lap, abandon the artificiality of the world." Drink the water of the pot, not the fridge, make a habit of eating in leaves and drinking in the axes at festivals, making a habit of sprucing up your cobbler shoes and tailor's stitched clothes, confectionery sweets, green vegetables of the fields, fruits, cow's Have faith in milk, bullock farming, will never be in trouble. If you always want a happy life, then my lal will come in my lap and play for a few days, you are happy and I am happy too. ''

'The streets of a beloved village are calling you, you will be as relaxed as you find in your mother's lap'

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