Unauthorized access Story of Rabindranath Tagore

One morning, two boys were discussing by the road. A child was about to work from another child about a work of heinous courage. It was a matter of dispute Thakurbari Madhavi-vine-bower of flowers is not possible to break. One child said, 'I can definitely bring it' and the other child said, 'You can not bring it.'
In hearing, this work is very easy to understand. What was the matter that doing this work was not as simple? To answer this question it is necessary to present the details of the related reports with some further detail.
The temple was of Radhanath ji and his official was the widowed wife Jayakali Devi of the late Madhava Chandra logic.
Jayacali's size was long, body strong, nasal sharp and intellect sharp. Once in the life of his father, the situation had become such that there was a possibility of the destruction of the post-Godhead property. At that time, Jayakali had cleared the whole case by paying all the ransom and paying the pledge and settling the occupied property for a long time. It was not the joke of anyone that he could deprive Jayakali of a gift of his wealth.
In spite of being a woman, the inheritance of nature in their nature was so abundant that none of their real companions could have been done. Women were scared of him. They were not able to tolerate any kind of tragedy, nausea, crying or nose. Men too feared them. The reason was that in the meeting of the Chandi Mandap, the impassable laziness of the village dwellers was expressed in such a way that he could have reprimanded with a kind of despairful hatred, that the difference would be directly defaced by the gross inertia of the slaves Had to fall in.
This adult widow had the extraordinary ability to make strong hatred and to express strong hatred. It was his nature to think of the conviction that he was a culprit, to burn him completely by uttering speech and silence.
Their hands were busy in all the happiness of the village, in ecstasy and in the action-activity. Everywhere with super-sense and unintentionally, they used to take pride in their place. Wherever he was present, there was no doubt in his mind that in his mind or any other present, he was the only one on the post of all the leaders.
He was a master at the service of the patient, but the patient feared them so much that what would happen to any Yama! Even after the violation of the law or the rule, their anger would put the patient more than the heat of the disease.
This deep-rooted hard-natured widow was always on the head of the village as a rigid rigid punishment for the legislator. Nobody could have had the courage to love them or to ignore them.The widows were slaughtered. Their two mother-father-in-law nephews were being nurtured in their house. No one could say that there was no rule over these children in the absence of male guardian or Snehandh Fufi-they were being disturbed due to the caressing of the mother. The elder nephew had turned eighteen. So far his proposals of marriage were coming. Regarding the result of the bond, the child's own mind was also not indifferent. But Fufi-mother did not give any of this encouragement to her lust for even a day. He hardly says that if Nalin first starts earning, then the bride will bring her back home. Foofi - This harsh sentence emanating from the mouth of the mother disrupts the heart of neighbors.
Thakurwadi was the most adorable wealth of Jaykaali. For him their care was never ended. Thakurji's intake, mood, oscillation and sleeping etc. Mildly error could not have happened. Except for both Brahmin deities in worship, they were more afraid of this than a human tyranny. At first there was a time that the Goddess of the Goddess was not able to get the complete Naivedya. But during the reign of Jayakali, hundreds of percentages of Pujape were used only in the enjoyment of Thakurji.
With the widow, the premises of Thakurbadi was shining through hygiene. Could not even be found anywhere near a straw. The platform of Madhavi-Lata was spread by supporting the platform in one side. Jayacali used to pick her up and put her out in the dry spring of a dry letter. The rhetoric of racquency in the rituals and purity being examined by the traditional practice of Thakurbadi was also extremely unbearable for the widow. At first, the boys of the tribe used to take shelter in any of the suburbs by entering this premises in the presence of hidden and hidden play, and sometimes they used to go through the pillars of the goats, and used to feed some of the valkals of Madhavi Lata. . But in the time of Jayakali, neither boys nor boys were able to get the benefit and not only Chhalal-infants. Apart from festivals, the children never got the opportunity to enter the temple premises and Chagal-infant would also get the trauma of punishments, only to come back from the Sinhala by calling their children and women Would have been constrained.
If the ultimate soulful person was also ill-treated, then he had to be deprived of the right to enter the courtyard of the temple. A maverick-tax-pakkuk-pukut-maat-lolup-sister-in-law of Jayakali, husband was attending village in the presence of Atmiya Sampradar and was undertaking entry into the premises of the temple, because Jayakali had expressly expressed strong objection, due to which For them, the possibility of dislocation was present till his sister sister was present. There was such extra and unnecessary vigilance to the widow in connection with this temple that it seemed to be a lot of odds near the ordinary.
Elsewhere, Jayacali was tough everywhere, there were advanced masters, independent restrictions were there. But in front of this temple only he surrendered completely. In the temple, she was a secluded mother, wife, maid, etc. all about the dignified conscience. In relation to him, he was always cautious, subtle, beautiful and completely undemonstrated. This stone-built temple and the iconic stone statue in it were the two things, which were the subject of their only female character-only nature. These two things were in place of their master and son. These two were everything for them.From this, the reader will understand that the child who had pledged to withdraw Madhavi-Manjari from the temple premises, his courage will also be infinite. The boy and no one, the brother of Jayakali was Nalin. He knew his daughter-in-law well, however, his misery nature was not governed by any kind of rule. Wherever there was a possibility of a disaster, he would have felt a strange attraction and wherever his rule or restriction was there, his mind would get upset to violate it. It is a fact that in the course of his childhood, his Foofi-mother nature was exactly the same.
At that time, Jayakali Mata-Sneh was chanting the necklace with mixed-minded mind sitting in the hall in the mixed devotion of Thakurji.
The child came back from the footsteps of Madhavi-Lata and stood under the chair. He saw that the flowers of the lower branches were broken and broken for the sake of worship. Seeing the motive, he slowly and very carefully crafted on the lata stage. Seeing the right-wing clusters on the higher administrations to break them, as soon as they circulated their bodies and arms, the dilapidated platform of Madhavi-Lata was severely broken by the weight of that strong effort. The monastery and both the children were collected together in the land.
Jayakali came rushing He observed the story of his brother-in-law. Forcibly raised his arm to lift it from the soil. The trauma was so great to him, but that trauma was not considered to be a punishment because he was a trauma of a knowledge-conscious root. Therefore, the knowledge of Jayacali on the distressed child of the stage-boy, namely the rule of law, was imposed. The child barely tolerated his punishment without dampening the point. On this, his Foofi mother dragged him and locked him in the house. The occasional diet of that day was prohibited.
Upon hearing the news of the prohibition, Masi Mokshada requested the boy to apologize to the boy with the kathar kantha and water-racket. But Jayakali's heart did not get disturbed. There was no such courageous person in that house, who kept the Thakurani informed and kept secretly arranging food for that tired child.
The widow, Madhavi, came back to the hall with a reclining garland, ordering the workers to reconsider the stage. After some time, Mukadsa went to them very fearful and said, "Thakurani mother, small babu is beating hunger, bring them some milk?"
Jayakali said in uninterrupted face, "No!"

Oblivion returned. Nalin's Karun Krandhan from the indestructible cottage-house was gradually transformed into a roaring roar of anger-but the roaring festival also ended, and in the end, after a long time, the perseverance of his shear was extinguished, The immersion of fury began to appear in the ear of the mother and into the ear.
Nalin's articulate groin was going to be relentless and silent, that the sound of some other nearby creature began to be circulated, and with the accompaniment of the distance between the people of his presence, the distant spell was mixed with the form of a clamor on the road leading to the temple. Grew up in
Usually there was no word for the temple in the courtyard. Turning back, Jayakali saw that Bhuparyya Madhavi-Lata is getting agitated.
Called from the fierce throat, "Nalin!"
Did not get any answer. Jayakali understood that malignant Nalin has come to tease me with a measure of escape from the housekeeper.
By thinking of this, he came into the courtyard by making a very difficult posture and pressing the lip on the abdomen extremely difficult.
Came closer to the lata-kunj and called for revival, "Nalin!"
The answer was not received. He lifted the branch of Madhavi and saw that a very dumbfounder, fearing in fear of life, took shelter in the interval of cave-Pallava.
Which is a brief representation of Vrindha-Vipan in the courtyard that is attributable to the Uttana-built ramparts, whose Saurabh of Kusum-Manjari, remembered the aromatic breathing of Gupta-Vand, and the beauty of Kalindi-Tiruvarati Sukh-Vihar, When the dream continues to awaken, this vicious struggle of the widowed Jayacali, in such a vulnerable manner in the beautiful Supuittar Nandan-land, has happened.
The priest ran away with the sticks of the Brahmins and ran away.
Jayakali immediately came down, prohibited the priest's pudding and blocked the entrance of the temple premises from inside.
Eternally unmarried