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I live without you

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Ami banchte parbona tomake chara

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where r u live

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where ru live

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where r u live

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long unwinding

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Hi do you live here

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আপনার Windows Live ID কি?

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What is your Windows Live ID?

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Where do you live in bangladesh

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hi do you recognize me

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What is your Windows Live password?

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What is your Windows Live user name?

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What is your Windows Live password?

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Live is jarnay from allha to allha

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life is a journey from allah to allah

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He can't live alone and no person can be happy

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man is the social animal

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Live your life with smiles, not tears. Beat your age with friends and not years. Happy birthday

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Live your life with smiles, not tears. Beat your age with friends and not years. Happy birthday

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live the way you want i have no regrets maybe i wanted somthing good maybe i couldn't understand you never understand

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live the way you want i have no regrets maybe i wanted somthing good maybe i couldn't understand you never understand

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rthday gifts can get broken or lost, but your priceless words will remain close to my heart for eternity. Thanks. The birthday message you posted is going to make me feel special today and throughout the rest of the year. Thank you. I want to thank everyone who took time out of their day to wish me happy birthday on Facebook it made me smile every time! Funny how the smallest message or words mean so much! My official facebook birthday thank you post: A special thanks to all of you who posted well wishes on my wall for my birthday, I am truly blessed. Thank you to all facebook family and friends for all the birthday wishes. They made my birthday extra special. I haven’t been on Facebook to say THANK YOU for all the birthday wishes and blessing. I appreciate everyone taking the time to wish me a happy birthday. Thank you for making my Facebook wall all bright and colorful on my birthday. Your lovely messages really made my birthday all the more special. Why can’t Facebook have an ‘awesome’ button too? Coz u guys are just awesome. Thanks for making my birthday really special. Just wanted to convey my sincere thanks to all of you for your lovely birthday wishes! And please just remember that I am sweet 16 with 10 years of experience! lol. Gifts and parties may have brought a smile on my face but sweet wishes like yours have their own special place. Thank you. Reading the words you wrote on my facebook wall brought smile on my face which is why I believe that, friends like you are my life’s best prize. Thank you for the lovely wishes. Thanks for your heartfelt Birthday wishes posted on my Facebook wall this year. I just wanted to take a moment and say “Thank you” to everyone for all of the birthday wishes. It means a lot to me that you all took time from your busy lives, to wish me a Happy Birthday. I feel very blessed to have each and every one of you as my friend. I feel blessed. Thank you for all your Birthday wishes..!! Hey Buddy! It was so nice of you to stop by to wish me a “Happy Birthday”! It made my Birthday just a little bit more special 🙂 Thank you so much. Special thanks to each and everyone who took time to wish me a Happy Birthday yesterday! It was a truly wonderful day – perfect in so many ways big and small! Your beautiful wishes did something that no amount of money can buy..they made me believe in the value of friendship. A million thanks to all my Facebook friends for being part of my special day. Your kind words helped make the most important day of my life wonderful. Thanks, I love you all. Just like how a sprinkle of chocolate makes a coffee worth devouring, your heartfelt wishes made my Birthday worth celebrating..Thank You. I am feeling blessed with all the Birthday Wishes. Thank you all, I pray for long life and happiness to every one of you and your families. Knowing that I have friends who appreciate and love me, it’s the best feeling. Thank you to all of my lovely friends who sent their warmest and thoughtful wishes on my birthday. You guys are wonderful. Thanks for the Birthday Wishes from everyone who noticed my name today on the upper right corner of your Facebook page. Thank you. Thank you to all who posted Birthday wishes to my facebook wall and making me look more popular than what I really am. Thank you for all the Facebook Birthday wishes! To those who forgot, I will expect your belated post shortly 😉 Your wishes really touched me and made my Birthday all the more special. I’m so lucky to have someone as sweet as you as part of my life. Thanks a ton! Awesome friends like you, are the only thing stopping me from feeling old on my Birthday. Thank You dears. Thank you for that special Birthday wish from the heart that Facebook instructed and reminded you to send to me. Thank you for those who took the time to say to me ‘Happy Birthday’. Thank you to all who posed kind Birthday wishes. I’m touched, the rest of you will be un-friended tomorrow 😉 I want everyone to know that I’m so thankful for all the blessings I received during the time of my birthday. GOD has been really good to me so therefore may GOD bless you all and thank you. I thank everybody, my brothers, sisters, friends and all well wishers who sent Birthday messages to me on Facebook. I really enjoyed my day and you guys made it extra special. Wow! So many birthday wishes on my Facebook wall this year. Thanks a lot guys! Thanks to all my Facebook friends who wished me Happy Birthday. The rest of you can go to hell 😉 Lol Your wishes were all that was needed, to make my birthday much more special. Thanks a lot! Thank you to all my good old friends for wishing me a Happy Birthday. This was a very special day for me because of you all, I hope we all will keep in touch. Love you lots.. Birthday Wishes from the people who care for you is just like – “God blessing you with a million dollar cheque”. With these Wishes one could live a long time. I don’t think of

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thanks for birthday wishes

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Life's short, forget your problems, be happy, and live your life because you never know if there will be another tomorrow. :)

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Life's short, forget your problems, be happy, and live your life because you never know if there will be another tomorrow. :)

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0 contribution(s) 10100+1000 Translation API About MyMemory Log in jimmy valentine by o henry Results for jimmy valentine by o henry translation from English to Bengali Human contributions From professional translators, enterprises, web pages and freely available translation repositories. Add a translation English jimmy valentine by o henry Bengali হে হেনরি দ্বারা জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইন Last Update: 2016-07-25 Usage Frequency: 2 Quality: Good in specific context English jimmy valentine story by o henry Bengali ণ হেনরির জিমি ভালেনতৈন্ Last Update: 2017-09-05 Usage Frequency: 2 Quality: Be the first to vote English jimmy valentine by o henry full story Bengali জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইন বাই হে হেনরি পূর্ণ গল্প Last Update: 2020-02-14 Usage Frequency: 2 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English the last leaf by o henry Bengali ণ হেনরি দ্বারা শেষ পাতা Last Update: 2017-07-13 Usage Frequency: 2 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English jimmy valentine bangali mening Bengali জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইন বাঙালি মেইনিং Last Update: 2020-11-21 Usage Frequency: 1 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English hearts and hands by o henry Bengali হে হেনরি দ্বারা হৃদয় এবং হাত Last Update: 2020-05-23 Usage Frequency: 3 Quality: Good in specific context Reference: Anonymous English Summary of jimmy valentine in bengali Bengali বাংলায় জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইনের সারসংক্ষেপ Last Update: 2018-03-28 Usage Frequency: 1 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English jimmy valentine story of bengali meaning Bengali বেঙ্গালি অর্থের জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইন গল্প Last Update: 2020-11-12 Usage Frequency: 1 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English jimmy valentine bangla bonganubad tika project Bengali জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইন বাংলা বনগানুবাদ টিকা প্রকল্প Last Update: 2020-08-05 Usage Frequency: 1 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English the last leaf o henry translate into bengali Bengali শেষ পাতা ও হেনরি বাংলায় অনুবাদ করুন Last Update: 2018-03-10 Usage Frequency: 2 Quality: Not sure Reference: Anonymous English Where Jimmy valentine was assiduously stitching uppers and escorted him to the front office Bengali Last Update: 2020-08-23 Usage Frequency: 1 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English A guard came to the prison shoe shop, where Jimmy Valentine was assiduously stitching uppers, and escorted him to the front office. Bengali একজন প্রহরী কারাগারের জুতোর দোকানে এসেছিলেন, যেখানে জিমি ভ্যালেন্টাইন আশ্বাসের সাথে আপারগুলি সেলাই করছে এবং তাকে সামনে অফিসে নিয়ে গিয়েছিল। Last Update: 2020-09-16 Usage Frequency: 1 Quality: Excellent Reference: Anonymous English A Retrieved Reformation - by O. Henry A guard came to the prison shoe-shop, where Jimmy Valentine was assiduously stitching uppers, and escorted him to the front office. There the warden handed Jimmy his pardon, which had been signed that morning by the governor. Jimmy took it in a tired kind of way. He had served nearly ten months of a four-year sentence. He had expected to stay only about three months, at the longest. When a man with as many friends on the outside as Jimmy Valentine had is received in the "stir" it is hardly worth while to cut his hair. "Now, Valentine," said the warden, "you'll go out in the morning. Brace up, and make a man of yourself. You're not a bad fellow at heart. Stop cracking safes, and live straight." "Me?" said Jimmy in surprise. "Why, I never cracked a safe in my life." "Oh, no," laughed the warden. "Of course not. Let's see, now. How was it you happened to get sent up on that Springfield job? Was it because you wouldn't prove an alibi for fear of compromising somebody in extremely high-toned society? Or was it simply a case of a mean old jury that had it in for you? It's always one or the other with you innocent victims." "Me?" said Jimmy, still blackly virtuous. "Why, warden, I never was in Springfield in my life!" "Take him back, Cronin," smiled the warden, "and fix him up with out-going clothes. Unlock him at seven in the morning, and let him come to the bull-pen. Better think over my advice, Valentine." At a quarter past seven on the next morning Jimmy stood in the warden's outer office. He had on a suit of the villainously fitting, readymade clothes and a pair of the stiff, squeaky shoes that the state furnishes to its discharged compulsory guests. The clerk handed him a railroad ticket and the five-dollar bill with which the law expected him to rehabilitate himself into good citizenship and prosperity. The warden gave him a cigar, and shook hands. Valentine, 9762, was chronicled on the books "Pardoned by Governor," and Mr. James Valentine walked out into the sunshine. Disregarding the song of the birds, the waving green trees, and the smell of the flowers, Jimmy headed straight for a restaurant. There he tasted the first sweet joys of liberty in the shapes of a broiled chicken and a bottle of white wine-followed by a cigar a grade better than the one the warden had given him. From there he proceeded leisurely to the depot. He tossed a quarter into the hat of a blind man sitting by the door, and boarded his train. Three hours set him down in a little town near the state line. He went to the café of one Mike Dolan and shook hands with Mike, who was alone behind the bar. "Sorry we couldn't make it sooner, Jimmy, me boy," said Mike. "But we had that protest from Springfield to buck against, and the governor nearly balked. Feeling all right?" "Fine," said Jimmy. "Got my key?" He got his key and went upstairs, unlocking the door of a room at the rear. Everything was just as he had left it. There on the floor was still Ben Price's collar-button that had been torn from that eminent detective's shirt-band when they had overpowered Jimmy to arrest him. Pulling out from the wall a folding-bed, Jimmy slid back a panel in the wall and dragged out a dust-covered suit-case. He opened this and gazed fondly at the finest set of burglar's tools in the East. It was a complete set, made of specially tempered steel, the latest designs in drills, punches, braces and bits, jimmies, clamps, and augers, with two or three novelties invented by Jimmy himself, in which he took pride. Over nine hundred dollars they had cost him to have made at-, a place where they make such things for the profession. In half an hour Jimmy went downstairs and through the café. He was now dressed in tasteful and well-fitting clothes, and carried his dusted and cleaned suit-case in his hand. "God anything on?" asked Mike Dolan, genially. "Me?" said Jimmy, in a puzzled tone. "I don't understand. I'm representing the New York Amalgamated Short Snap Biscuit Cracker and Frazzled Wheat Company." This statement delighted Mike to such an extent that Jimmy had to take a seltzer-and-milk on the spot. He never touched "hard" drinks. A week after the release of Valentine, 9762, there was a neat job of safe-burglary done in Richmond, Indiana, with no clue to the author. A scant eight hundred dollars was all that was secured. Two weeks after that a patented, improved, burglar-proof safe in Logansport was opened like a cheese to the tune of fifteen hundred dollars, currency; securities and silver untouched. That began to interest the rogue catchers. Then an old-fashioned bank-safe in Jefferson City became active and threw out of its crater an eruption of bank-notes amounting to five thousand dollars. The losses were now high enough to bring the matter up into Ben Price's class of work. By comparing notes, a remarkable similarity in the methods of the burglaries was noticed. Ben Price investigated the scenes of the robberies, and was heard to remark: "That's Dandy Jim Valentine's autograph, He's resumed business. Look at that combination knob - jerked out as easy as pulling up a radish in wet weather. He's got the only clamps that can do it. And look how clean those tumblers were punched out! Jimmy never has to drill but one hole. Yes, I guess I want Mr. Valentine. He'll do his bit next time without any short-time or clemency foolishness." Ben Price knew Jimmy's habits. He had learned them while working up the Springfield case. Long jumps, quick get-aways, no confederates, and a taste for good society - these ways had helped Mr. Valentine to become noted as a successful dodger of retribution. It was given out that Ben Price had taken up the trail of the elusive cracksman, and other people with burglar-proof safes felt more at ease. One afternoon Jimmy Valentine and his suit-case climbed out of the mail-hack in Elmore, a little town five miles off the railroad down in the black-jack country of Arkansas. Jimmy, looking like an athletic young senior just home from college, went down the board sidewalk toward the hotel. A young lady crossed the street, passed him at the corner and entered a door over which was the sign "The Elmore Bank." Jimmy Valentine looked into her eyes, forgot what he was, and became another man. She lowered her eyes and coloured slightly. Young men of Jimmy's style and looks were scarce in Elmore. Jimmy collared a boy that was loafing on the steps of the bank as if he were one of the stock-holders, and began to ask him questions about the town, feeding him dimes at intervals. By and by the young lady came out, looking royally unconscious of the young man with the suit-case, and went her way. "Isn't that young lady Miss Polly Simpson?" asked Jimmy, with specious guile. "Naw," said the boy. "She's Annabel Adams. Her pa owns this bank. What'd you come to Elmore for? Is that a gold watch-chain? I'm going to get a bulldog. Got any more dimes?" Jimmy went to the Planters' Hotel, registered as Ralph D. Spencer, and engaged a room. He leaned on the desk and declared his platform to the clerk. He said he had come to Elmore to look for a location to go into business. How was the shoe business, now, in the town? He had thought of the shoe business. Was there an opening? The clerk was impressed by the clothes and manner of Jimmy. He, himself, was something of a pattern of fashion to the thinly gilded youth of Elmore, but he now perceived his shortcomings. While trying to figure out Jimmy's manner of tying his four-in-hand he cordially gave information. Yes, there ought to be a good opening in the shoe line. There wasn't an exclusive shoe-store in the place. The dry-goods and general stores handled them. Business in all lines was fairly good. Hoped Mr. Spencer would decide to locate in Elmore. He would find it a pleasant town to live in, and the people very sociable. Mr. Spencer thought he would stop over in the town a few days and look over the situation. No, the clerk needn't call the boy. He would carry up his suit-case himself; it was rather heavy. Mr. Ralph Spencer, the phœnix that arose from Jimmy Valentine's ashes - ashes left by the flame of a sudden and alterative attack of love - remained in Elmore, and prospered. He opened a shoe-store and secured a good run of trade. Socially he was also a success, and made many friends. And he accomplished the wish of his heart. He met Miss Annabel Adams, and became more and more captivated by her charms. At the end of a year the situation of Mr. Ralph Spencer was this: he had won the respect of the community, his shoe-store was flourishing, and he and Annabel were engaged to be married in two weeks. Mr. Adams, the typical, plodding, country banker, approved of Spencer. Annabel's pride in him almost equaled her affection. He was as much at home in the family of Mr. Adams and that of Annabel's married sister as if he were already a member. One day Jimmy sat down in his room and wrote this letter, which he mailed to the safe address of one of his old friends in St. Louis: Dear Old Pal,- I want you to be at Sullivan's place, in Little Rock, next Wednesday night, at nine o'clock. I want you to wind up some little matters for me. And, also, I want to make you a present of my kit of tools. I know you'll be glad to get them - you couldn't duplicate the lot for a thousand dollars. Say, Billy, I've quit the old business - a year ago. I've got a nice store. I'm making an honest living, and I'm going to marry the finest girl on earth two weeks from now. It's the only life, Billy - the straight one. I wouldn't touch a dollar of another man's money now for a million. After I get married I'm going to sell out and go West, where there won't be so much danger of having old scores brought up against me. I tell you, Billy, she's an angel. She believes in me; and I wouldn't do another crooked thing for the whole world. Be sure to be at Sully's, for I must see you. I'll bring along the tools with me. Your old friend, Jimmy. On the Monday night after Jimmy wrote this letter, Ben Price jogged unobtrusively into Elmore in a livery buggy. He lounged about town in his quiet way until he found out what he wanted to know. From the drug-store across the street from Spencer's shoe-store he got a good look at Ralph D. Spencer. "Going to marry the banker's daughter, are you, Jimmy?" said Ben to himself, softly. "Well, I don't know!" The next morning Jimmy took breakfast at the Adamses. He was going to Little Rock that day to order his wedding-suit and buy something nice for Annabel. That would be the first time he had left town since he came to Elmore. It had been more than a year now since those last professional "jobs," and he thought he could safely venture out. After breakfast quite a family party went down-town together - Mr. Adams, Annabel, Jimmy, and Annabel's married sister with her two little girls, aged five and nine. They came by the hotel where Jimmy still boarded, and he ran up to his room and brought along his suit-case. Then they went on to the bank. There stood Jimmy's horse and buggy and Dolph Gibson, who was going to drive him over to the railroad station. All went inside the high, carved oak railings into the banking-room - Jimmy included, for Mr. Adam's future son-in-law was welcome anywhere. The clerks were pleased to be greeted by the good-looking, agreeable young man who was going to marry Miss Amabel. Jimmy set her suit-case down. Annabel, whose heart was bubbling with happiness and lively youth, put on Jimmy's hat, and picked up the suit-case. "Wouldn't I make a nice drummer?" said Annabel. "My! Ralph, how heavy it is? Feels like it was full of gold bricks." "Lot of nickel-plated shoe-horns in there," said Jimmy coolly, "that I'm going to return. Thought I'd save express charges by taking them up. I'm getting awfully economical." The Elmore Bank had just put in a new safe and vault. Mr. Adams was very proud of it, and insisted on an inspection by every one. The vault was a small one, but it had a new, patented door. It fastened with three solid steel bolts thrown simultaneously with a single handle, and had a time-lock. Mr. Adams beamingly explained its workings to Mr. Spencer, who showed a courteous but not too intelligent interest. The two children, May and Agatha, were delighted by the shinning metal and funny clock and knobs. While they were thus engaged Ben Price sauntered in and leaned on his elbow, looking casually inside between the railings. He told the teller that he didn't want anything; he was just waiting for a man he knew. Suddenly there was a scream or two from the women, and a commotion. Unperceived by the elders, May, the nine-year-old girl, in a spirit of play, had shut Agatha in the vault. She had then shot the bolts and turned the knob of the combination as she had seen Mr. Adams do. The old banker sprang to the handle and tugged at it for a moment. "The door can't be opened," he groaned. "The clock hasn't been wound nor the combination set." Agatha's mother screamed again, hysterically. "Hush!" said Mr. Adams, raising his trembling hand. "All be quiet for a moment. Agatha!" he called as loudly as he could. "Listen to me." During the following silence they could just hear the faint sound of the child wildly shrieking in the dark vault in a panic of terror. "My precious darling!" wailed the mother. "She will die of fright! Open the door! Oh, break it open! Can't you men do something?" "There isn't a man nearer than Little Rock who can open that door," said Mr. Adams, in a shaky voice. "My God! Spencer, what shall we do? That child - she can't stand it long in there. There isn't enough air, and, besides, she'll go into convulsions from fright." Agatha's mother, frantic now, beat the door of the vault with her hands. Somebody wildly suggested dynamite. Annabel turned to Jimmy, her large eyes full of anguish, but not yet despairing. To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships. "Can't you do something, Ralph - try, won't you?" He looked at her with a queer, soft smile on his lips and in his keen eyes. "Annabel," he said, "give me that rose you are wearing, will you?" Hardly believing that she heard him aright, she unpinned the bud from the bosom of her dress, and placed it in his hand. Jimmy stuffed it into his vest-pocket, threw off his coat and pulled up his shirt-sleeves. With that act Ralph D. Spencer passed away and Jimmy Valentine took his place. "Get away from the door, all of you," he commanded, shortly. He set his suit-case on the table, and opened it out flat. From that time on he seemed to be unconscious of the presence of anyone else. He laid out the shining, queer implements swiftly and orderly, whistling softly to himself as he always did when at work. In a deep silence and immovable, the others watched him as if under a spell. In a minute Jimmy's pet drill was biting smoothly into the steel door. In ten minutes - breaking his own burglarious record - he threw back the bolts and opened the door. Agatha, almost collapsed, but safe, was gathered into her mother's arms. Jimmy Valentine put on his coat, and walked outside the railings toward the front door. As he went he thought he heard a far-away voice that he once knew call "Ralph!" But he never hesitated. At the door a big man stood somewhat in his way. "Hello, Ben!" said Jimmy, still with his strange smile. "Got around at last, have you? Well, let's go. I don't know that it makes much difference, now." And then Ben Price acted rather strangely. "Guess you're mistaken, Mr. Spencer," he said. "Don't believe I recognize you. Your buggy's waiting for you, ain't it?" And Ben Price turned and strolled down the street.

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The story affirms the ideal of man leading a simple, authentic life alongside nature through its portrayal of attitudes toward death. The author himself gave a thorough interpretation of his work in a letter to A.A. Tolstoy:[3] "My thought was: three creatures died -- a noblewoman, a muzhik,[4] and a tree. The noblewoman is pathetic and disgusting, because she lied her entire life and continues to lie before death. Christianity, as she understands it, does not resolve for her the question of life and death. Why die, when you want to live? She believes with her imagination and intellect in Christianity's promise of the future, but her entire being rears up, and there is no other comfort (except a false Christian one), -- and the place is taken. She is disgusting and pathetic. The muzhik dies calmly, exactly because he isn't a Christian. His religion is different, although by custom he performed the Christian rites; his religion is nature, with whom he lived. He himself cut down the trees, sowed rye and mowed it, killed rams, and had rams born, and children were born, and old men died, and he knew this law well; this law, from which he never turned away, like the noblewoman did, he directly and simply looked it in the face... The tree dies quietly, honestly, and beautifully. Beautifully, because it does not lie or break; it is not scared or sorry."

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got demolished by humans because someone wanted to live there. I couldn’t let go off that feeling of being homeless as it was very dear to me where I used to play with all my friends around that tree, but my mom consoled me saying she will build a new one for me. Soon the entire jungle was getting demolished as humans started to occupy to set up their own houses. Our fellow friends decided to leave the place and go to the west and see if they could settle near the Triyambakeshwar Temple. On our westward journey, we stopped at a lake to quench our thirst. As we were drinking water, think what you may, either because of our past bad karmas or destiny, my mom while drinking was eaten alive by a cruel crocodile, and I couldn’t do anything but watch as God didn’t give me much strength to fight such a large animal. My friends consoled me and we quickly left the place to save ourselves and reached the Holy place of Triyambakeshwar. Soon after reaching the place I went and touched the Shiva linga and offered my blessings to God and asked for a place in heaven for my mother. We managed to build a new house there but it wasn’t as great as the old one. Life went by and as my youth thrived, I mated with a fellow friend and gave birth to 5 beautiful children out of whom, 4 immediately died and I was left with one son only. I gave all the love to him and used to recite the Vedas which my mother taught me. When I needed my partner the most he left unannounced with someone and went out of my sight. Humans seemed to become more and more selfish and greedy. The water bucket hung to a tree in our neighbourhood disappeared because someone else started living there and they didn’t think it was important to keep that bucket, let alone keep it full of water. We had to face the same situation again and humans seemed to start occupying most of the places where we could live peacefully. All our friends had left us and relocated to different locations and I was left alone with my son. I decided to go to the Himalayas and settle there. This was a very emotional decision for me but I had to take it for the sake of my son. The journey was tiresome and life-threatening but past experiences had taught me to be aware of threats and be safe. Somehow we reached the north and as we were reached the holy temple of Kedarnath, there arose a flood which was approaching us. We quickly flew upwards and stood still in the cold air and were witness to thousands of people dying. I can now think that we have something which the humans don’t, that is Wings, because of which we have been saved today. I bow down to that Great God Vayu who has blessed us with wings to fly so that none of the natural calamity can outrun us. We could not see the effects of nature’s fury on humans. My son asked me who has done this and I replied it was human’s greed and selfishness that was responsible for it. Quickly we flew to the banks of Ganga River and took refuge under a shade and let my son take rest for a while under my wings. Now I am here sitting on the banks of the Ganga river with my only son, thinking about my life. I have seen several humans living in enclosed houses and still crying for more. I am witness to humans killing each other, being untrustworthy to each other, cheating each other, being unhelpful to their parents and friends and being so selfish to ignore other’s difficulties and Mother Earth’s cry for help. If I think deeply, God has blessed us more than humans because we can do certain things which humans can’t. We can fly without boundaries to anyplace and enjoy the mountains, the oceans, the forests, the valleys which humans can’t and I think we also have a right to knowledge and enlightenment. I don’t want my son to live as a moderate and mediocre being. I want him to be the most learned and wise being among us. My mind quickly went back to Rameswaram where my mother had told me about someone who has OUTLIVED humans. I woke my son up and told him that we are going to meet someone who is even greater than humans. “Who is he, Mom?” he asked and I said “He is the Knower of the Vedas, He is like the Cooling beams of the Full Moon who will dispel the ignorance from your mind, He is like the Bright rays of the Dazzling Sun who will illumine your mind with Divine Knowledge and you know what else, Son?” “He has been living since 14 Kalpas in the Himalayas and is not a human”. “Wow”, exclaimed the Son, “then what he is, Mom?”. “He is a Bird like you and me”. “But can a Bird live so much longer than a human?” asked the Son “Yes, my Son, he has lived so long because he is free from Desires and Sorrows and is liberated in his life.” “What is his name?” the Son asked “Kaagabhusundi” said his Mom. “But can we see Him and can we fly to the Higher Himalayas?” asked the confused Son “Yes, of course, my Son, we can see him because we are not humans, and barriers are only for humans but not for us, so we will surely reach the Higher Himalayas.”

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