Mayaghera Hill

One was a village. Chayaghera, the small village on the lap of Mayaghera hill is just like a picture. In that village there lives a sad old mother and a little boy who is the treasure of her love. Works in mother-son. The family lives in Tenetun. One. One day he eats well and another day he fasts.

One day mother said, son, there is some flour in the house. So bring it. Do you make bread?

The boy became very happy after hearing his mother's words. It is fun to eat hot bread. He ran into the inner room. He started running to his mother with flour in a big bowl, and the mischievous wind blew in the courtyard. The wind blew away all the flour like a light storm. So the boy was shocked.

Again he went into the inner room.

He brought another bowl of flour. The wind blew again and blew away all the flour.

There was no more flour in the house.

The boy was very upset. No more making bread. He started shaking with anger. He said to his mother, "Mom, let's see what happened." The wind blew away all our dough. I will not let go of the storm. I will see him."

The boy left the house shouting angrily. The wind must be taught. Suddenly he started walking. Day passed and night came. Morning came after the night. Hat perul, field perul. After crossing mountains, rivers and forests, the stormy wind finally met the boy.

Stormy winds blow all the time. Poor thing can't stay calm for a moment. Fos fos fos talk. And roaring with great speed.

Seeing the boy, the stormy wind burned with anger. Sho Sho said, "Where did you come from?" what do you want

The boy said, I don't want anything. I just want my flour back.'

Flour means, what flour? The flour that you blew in the wind.' Hearing the boy's words, the stormy wind laughed. He and I know exactly where your dough has flown. How will you get that flour back?”

So where do I eat bread? I am very hungry. How to make bread if there is no flour?

Do you really want to eat bread?

'Yes.'

Then take a dish. I gave it to you.”

'What shall I do with the dish?'

"That's the funTake the plate and put it in front. Then say to yourself:

The dish is the magic dish

I gave you leave

i want to eat

Hot bread.

Then you will see a plate full of bread will appear in front of you. Then you will eat bread with happiness. You can eat bread as often as you want.'

The boy is very happy to get such a magic dish. Anande Bakumbukum. He ran towards the house. The mother should immediately go and show the telesmati of this magic dish. The thick night fell on the way. Darkness around.

Nothing looks right. Ahead he saw a broken house. All over the walls are large banyan tree branches. Is there a person in this house in Bijan Forest? Thinking that he would spend the night somehow, the boy entered the farmhouse. As he entered, he met a man. He has a terrible face. Tangled hair on the head. Two red eyes. And absolutely beaten body. The guy is actually not a very nice guy. He was a robber.

The boy told him, brother came here in danger. I want some shelter to spend the night.

You can stay here. But I can't feed my brother.

You don't have to think about him. Can I collect my own food?

The boy then took out the plate from his bag. He started saying to himself:

The dish is the magic dish

I gave you leave

i want to eat

hot bread

Such a plate of food arrived. Not only bread, but also halwa, fruits and sweets to eat with bread, it is never ending.

Both played to their stomachs. Then fell asleep happily. But the robber closed his eyes. he didn't sleep His eyes rolled up at the dish's magical powers. How can the plate be stolen - this thought began to turn in his head. In the morning he stole the original plate and put another similar plate in the boy's bag.

The next day the boy reached home happy. He can no longer hold joy in his mind. He said to his mother, "Mother, mother, look, I have brought the magic dish." The storm gave me this dish. You will get whatever you want to eat with this dish.'

Mother said, "If you don't see, how can you believe, father?" The boy took the plate in front of him and started reciting the mantra.

But how will the food come in fake dishes? No matter how many mantras are recited, nothing works. The boy started shaking with anger.

The wind has deceived me. The wind has deceived me. This time I will see the stormy wind.”

Walking again day and night, across the fields, mountains and rivers, the boy went and reached the stormy

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wind.

What else do you want?

You cheated with a useless dish. Not even a grain of food is available in this dish. Give me back my dough.”

The stormy wind said, the flour has fallen. That flour cannot be returned. Instead, I gave you a goat in front of the goat

Just say in your mind:

kid kid

Tak Dhina Dhina Tana Tana

Your wisdom is tons

Money pouring in.

Money will flow from the goat's mouth. Buy whatever you want with that money.

The boy was very happy and took the goat with him on his way home. When night came again, he went to the robber's house to spend the night.

The robber now said, - I have to pay money to spend the night. Give money, spend the night'

The boy replied, "Money doesn't matter."

Bringing the goat in front of him, he said to himself:

Tak Dhina Dhina Tana Tana

kid kid

Your wisdom is tons

Money is flowing.

Money started pouring in like that. The robber is very happy to see that.

The boy slept after burning his tired body. Immediately, sleep came over the eyes. But the robber did not sleep. He started thinking how to steal the goat.

As before, he left another goat beside the boy late at night. He stole the real goat.

The next day when the boy reached home, he called his mother. He is in a state of happiness.

mother, mother Look, the stormy wind has given me a wonderful goat. If you ask for money, you will get money. So I will buy and eat as much food as I want.

Mother said softly, father can't believe anything easily. How can I believe if I don't see it?'

The boy said, "This is not fun." No matter how many spells are recited, it doesn't workHow to give fake goat money? Not a single penny fell from his mouth. The boy started growling in anger.

The stormy wind has tricked me again. I will go to him again. I will go and say, what have I done wrong that you are cheating me?

Running like a madman, the boy went to the stormy wind. The wind became terribly angry at the sight of him.

You came again? what do you want

I don't want anything. You are cheating me again and again. You gave me a rotten goat. Not even a single penny is available to him.

The stormy wind said bitterly, but I have nothing to give you. There is only one stick. You take that. And the mantra is:

Shelves, shelves, shelves

Shelves, shelves, shelves

There are two gaps in the head.

In fact, the head of such a thief-robber will continue to be hit with a stick. And when it is said:

Come back the stick

Wicked people get punished.

Then the stick will stop. The stick will return to your hands.

The boy walked home with the stick happily. On the way, evening came again. The boy took refuge in the robber's house again. The robber was very greedy seeing a beautiful stick in his hand. He thought that the dish and the kid had been taken away from the fool. Now you can take the stick. Dakat Molayem said in a tone, - 'Come, come friend. You are my familiar guest. You come when you want. will eat, sleep.'

Both of them ate to their fill. Then he went to sleep to raise the flag. This time the boy did not sleep. He pretended to sleep and remained silent.

The robber came to the boy's side in the dead of night. Then like a thief he reached for the stick. The boy said:

Shelves, shelves, shelves

Shelves, shelves, shelves

A thief with a stick

There are two gaps in the head.

The stick began to spin wildly. The stick hit the robber's head. Two gaps in the head. The poor robber fell to the ground and began to cry.

'Father, mother, save, save. fall at your feet I died. save me'

The boy then said, you have stolen my stick. Surely you have stolen my plate and kid too, return them soon.”

“Right now, right now I'm giving it all back. Father, save me. Don't kill me.”

The boy then recited the mantra to stop the hitting of the stick:

Come back the stick

Wicked people get punished.

And so the stick returned to the boy's hand. The robber brought the plate and the goat in fear of his life and presented it in front of the boy.

The boy was very happy. Happily, he started on his way home. Stick in hand, along with goat and dish.

Mother's face smiled after getting everything. Most importantly, the life of mother and son was filled with much happiness and peace