3 . Interacting with new neighbors

Munshi Sanjeevanlal, who hired Suvama's house, was a very considerate man. He was earlier appointed to a prestigious post, but could not keep the officers happy due to his free will, even forced to resign due to his anger. He had collected some capital at the time of his job, so soon after leaving the job he moved towards contracting and he made a good asset in the short term through hard work. At this time his income was not less than four-five hundred monthly. He had found such an intelligent intellect that in the work he put his hand in, there was no loss except profit. Munshi Sanjeevanlal's family was not very big. God gave many children, but at this time the pupil of the parents' nines was only a daughter. His name was Vrajrani. The same was a biopic of the couple.

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Pratap Chandra and Vrajrani from day one. Both started chirping like sparrows in half an hour. Virjan showed his dolls, toys and instruments; Pratap Chandra showed his books, writings and illustrations. Virjan's mother Sushila took Pratap Chandra in his lap and made love. From that day onwards he would come on a regular evening and the two would play together. It seemed that both are brothers and sisters. Sushila would sit and love both the boys in her lap. While staring at the two children for hours, Virjan also sometimes went to Pratap's house. Seeing her, Suwama of adversity would forget her grief, she would settle her chest and listen to her gullible words and entertain her.

one day Munshi Sanjeevanlal comes from outside, what do we see that both Pratap and Virjan are sitting on chairs in the office. Pratap is reading a book And Virjan is listening attentively. Both of them stood up as soon as they saw Munshi ji. Virjan ran and sat on his father's lap and Pratap lowered his head and stood on one side. What a quality child! The age was not yet more than eight years; But the future talent was visible from the symptoms. Divine mouthpiece, thin-thin red-red limbs, intense chitwan, black-black bumble-like hair, clean clothes on it. Munshiji said - come here, Pratap! Pratap slowly hesitated and came closer. Munshiji sat in the lap with patriarchal love and asked - what book were you reading right now?

Pratap was about to say that Virjan spoke - Baba! There were good stories. Why Baba! Did the birds also speak like us earlier?

Munshi smiled and said - Yes! She spoke a lot. Right now, the whole thing was not even able to come out of his mouth that Pratap, whose inhibition had disappeared now, said - No Virjan, forget you. This story was made .

Munshji laughed a lot at this fearless rebuttal. Now Pratap started chirping like a parrot - the school is so big that people from all over the city can sit in it. The walls are so high, like the palm! Baldevprasad hit the ball, then it went into the sky. Large glasses are kept. Ganges water is blue. Flows so loudly that in the middle Even if there are mountains, it gets swept away. There is a sage Baba. The train runs. Sun His engine says everything. The engine contains steam. The car drives loudly. Trees are also seen running along with the cart.

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Like this, Pratap said many things in his naive speech. Virjan was listening quietly as Chitra. That too two or three times on the rail Was aboard; But till date she did not know who made her and why does she do it? He even asked this question to Guruji twice; But he postponed it by saying that the child, the glory of God, is incomparable. Virjan also understood that the glory of God is a very heavy and strong horse, which is used to pull so many trains. When Pratap was silent, Virjan put his hand in his father's neck and said - Baba, we too will read Pratap's book. Munshi daughter, you read Sanskrit, this is the language. Virjan - I will also read the language. There are so many good stories in it. There is not a single story in my book. Why Baba, what is it called reading?

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Munshi started looking at his armpits. Till date he himself had never paid attention to what was the matter that he was still scratching his head Speak up - saw me reading, my sister has to study. Virjan - Don't I.

Don't want to read me?

Virjan Siddhant was reading Kaumudi, Pratap said - you rote like a parrot.

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