Runur has an exam today. She went to school wearing a good uniform. With a new pencil, rubber, and pen in her hand. She studies very well. That is why she does not have any fear of failing.
She went and reached school. All her friends were sitting in the exam hall. Runur also sat with her.
Her father had brought her a new pencil, and she had carefully sharpened it since morning. Of all the children sitting in that exam hall, her pencil was the sharpest.
A child named Bulu was taking the exam. She was also sitting next to her. She also studies very well. That is why she and Runur get very good marks.
Rahman is sitting next to her. Rahman's marks are very good. He takes care of his books, notebooks, pencils, and pens, and every year he gets a prize in the prize distribution meeting.
There is little time before the exam starts. All three friends are organizing their pens and pencils.
Rahman said, “Brother, you all brought new pencils and pens with you. Have you organized the old ones or not?”
Bulu and Runu said, “What will happen next?” Rahman said, “Brother, I take care of my new pens and pencils as much as I take care of my old ones.”
Runu laughed and said, “Why do they have to be so hard?”
Rahman said, “I am telling the truth; they helped us all year long. They made him write with new pens and pencils during the exam.”
Bulu laughed after hearing her words.
At that moment, the exam bell rang. Everyone sat down in their seats.
Three friends
Sar came and distributed the question papers and the question paper. Bulu, Rahman, and Runu read the questions carefully and started writing.
Everyone was happy because it was an easy question; everyone was busy writing. Suddenly Rahman saw Ruhin looking at Bulu; his face was dry, his face was swollen
and he could not write any more.
Sir burst into tears. What happened?
Bulu said, "Sir, my pen is not sharp." No matter how much ink I spill, I cannot write with a fountain pen. I wrote with such force that it broke in anger.
Rahman was listening to everything his friend said. He got up and stood silently. When he went to Sar, Rahman gave his old pen to Sar and said, "Give this to Bulu; he will write."
Sar was happy to see Rahman's affection for his friend. He gave the pen to Bulu and said, "Write."
Bulu thanked Rahman very much in her heart. Some time had passed since Runu had drawn a picture in pencil in her exam notebook. Suddenly, her pencil sharpener broke.
The exam time was coming to an end. What should she do?
Her hands and feet started sweating in fear. She stood up. Sar whispered, “What have you written?”
Runu said, “Sir, my pencil sharpener broke. How can I talk about drawing for a while?”
Rahman immediately took out a small pencil from his pocket and handed it to Runu. Runu saw that the pencil was sharp even though it was not sharp. She quickly drew the picture.
She finished drawing shortly before the bell rang. The exam bell rang. Everyone gave their notes and came out.
Bulu and Runu hugged Rahman and said, “Brother, this time we understand—what you were saying was right.”
We should take care of the old as much as we should take care of the new.
Right. One should not neglect anyone by thinking them small. Everything comes in due time.
Rahman opened his pen and pencil box, showed it to his friends, and said, “Look, brother, I have saved so many old pencils, rubbers, and pens in it, and I learned this by reading Bapu’s biography.”
Whenever we talk about Tantra Shastra,
Then Vashikaran is its main part, and apart from that, his nails also play a major role in controlling any human being, if you are with me.
If we look from the Sanatan Dharm side, then many reasons have been given for cutting your hair and nails. Many people have a habit that they always think of cutting their nails on their off days, and after cutting them, we throw them in the dustbin. We have often heard the elders of our house saying that nails should not be cut on this day; otherwise, you will have to face problems, but in modernity we do not consider it necessary to accept these thoughts.
Don't kill me; I am dying.
A few days ago, a group of monkeys entered Rasalpur village. Some were eating bananas from their fields, and some were taking pumpkins from their fields. Some were taking beans from their fields, and some were taking cucumbers from their fields. No matter how much effort was made to chase them away or catch them, they would chase them away. Some people even hid out of fear that they might bite.
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