Village Girl

           After a few days, I had the opportunity to return to the village. When her breasts touched my feet in the land, my heart was filled with wonderful magic and awakened strange feelings. It was as if he had been waiting for me for a long time. Many days later again that lust, that color, the open air of the forest of nature ..... makes my insatiable mind abound; from where I was born; in whose lap the joys and sorrows of my childhood have passed. Friends of the village,hand of mother cooked cool rice, her sweet voice, my father's advice, my ideals of the elders, and especially my soulmate with Pran Bandhu ..... Out of the eyes come the edges of the tears of own my own. The policy of Vidya Grandpa jokes and Arjuna Grandpa Gandhianism is very memorable. That unbreakable bond of love always shakes my hand. But human beings are slaves of the times. There is no other way but to remember but even from the distant . However, the time is fast approaching when the sound of the city's machinery, the sound of traffic jams, and the breathless air-filled workshops will be released from the polluted environment. To her free wind. Decorated on all four sides like a wall, the indescribable beauty of the Tangiri peak and I will come to see the sweet music of the Gohira Fountain; In this intense attraction of nature, I am automatically drawn to it. Surrounded by forested hills, this small village is located in Deogarh district in the state of Odisha. Her name is Gundiapali. Its dense forest form creates a wave of joy in the sweet pedestrian soul. Hiding there are many of my memories and feelings. It is indescribable how much experience I have gained from her. From crawling to the present, my village has provided many lessons that inspire not only principles but also the courage to walk the path of daily life with courage. From such a scene, I realized another experience that forced me to hold a pen and to explain how to fight a danger to the reader and to make ourselves sound and successful.

           Her name was Nirmala. Sanatan Babu has a 15-year-old daughter. Very nice to look at. Very good at reading too. At home, She does a great job caring for her mother. The school is about 4 km from his home. He walks to school every day. When he returns, he does a good job of studying with all the chores in the house. 10th grade board exams this year. That day is the mother tongue. In the morning he will go to the test. But ironically, he thought something had happened; her mother left him and went away. That's when the test comes. Nirmala comforted her father. No one can change the writing of God; be patient. Keep the mother at home for three hours. When I return from the test, we will light the dead body of mother. Since Sanatan babu had no sons, Nirmala was expected. And after her return, she was burned. I was shocked to see that. Three months later I heard that the girl had the highest score in the exam and was successful and received award from the Collector. It is clear that patience gives success to human beings, and that one village, like Nirmala in the soil of my village, is nurtured and distributed in the community.