At the beginning of summer Ignoring the intense sunshine, I am running to the source of a canal. After the pilgrimage, we have several more days in hand. What do i do Trying to get back to Matamuhuri’s reserve forests, with the exception of plans to return? Jhiri’s name is Paiya Jhiri. Jhiri hill Jhiri is the way to go. After leaving Piyar Jhiri a little way down the hill, I got another jhri. Basically, this shrimp will take us far. Locals call it bear jhiri.
Kangai Mro, the self-talkative friend, has been a partner in showing us the way. He is happy doing the work. A zoom farmer by profession. This time is the time to create zoom land, so there is no work other than waiting for the rain after the land selection and burning of the zoom. Meanwhile, no rain has been seen. He gladly requested the fifty touches. The bear is coming down from the source of the shrimp. Zhirita is small here and water is scarce. The path is moving and the ghee is also expanding slowly, the water is also increasing. If you do not notice the matter will not be visible. The shadows are way too cool. No one will want to leave the path of such heat in such heat. We also expand our legs by letting the mind run the path.
Who cares when I lost Gahin while walking on the road! Proof-shaped trees and shrubs on both sides of the shrub. The narrow-footed walkway of Jhirir is sometimes on the side of Jhirir, sometimes it is like this way. Suddenly Kangai’s hand gestures. Tobacco made from bamboo smokes from the hook, his eyes look upwards. The only major Bitpi state left over is the head. Sunlight also appreciates as much as the leaves are allowed to meltdown. In my view, tree trunks do not capture anything else. Thought it would be a bird or an animal.
He awakened the memory of many years ago and caught it. In the past, I have only seen the ripe form. Kangai pronounces ‘apachui’. As soon as I look at the ground, I see a green fruit in the bark of gravel in the water of Jhiri. The first looks were likely to be confused with olives. Take it in hand and find out that it is a ‘bloodbath’. My Tripura friend is moving from top to bottom by grabbing a large tree. I thought maybe this was the tree. No; Kangai showed the thickness of the tree that he loves in a flock of bees, united in all the trees – the ‘blood ball’. With all five hands, I tried to match the memories of the past. Could not find the match Raw This fruit has a different color after ripening. I saw ripe fruit in the past. The ripe fruit car is red or brown. He burst into light at the bottom of his hand, tapping into old memories and saying, ‘This is not a’ bloodbath ‘. All hands are colored in dark red. It really feels like blood is flowing. Let the rest be arranged for bloodshed. The Tripura friend has come down from the tree with a couple of half-ripe fruits. It has already been tasted. The taste of ripe fruit is somewhat sweet. Talk in the raw state. Jhiri’s light-soaked in water and fans of the story began to match. At different points of the story, a Tripura friend tells the story of a bloodbath with …
Long-time ago. In ancient times there was a kingdom surrounded by high mountains. There was a king. She was a wonderful beautiful princess. The princess is as beautiful as her beautiful voice. The virtue of the princess spread to the people of all the surrounding states. They too were eager to hear the princess’s song. But if the will of the princess can not be heard. The princess was shy and arrogant. His house was next to a small lake atop a hill. Where the princess sang happily in her mind. Animals and birds in the neighborhood were also heard in amazement. But for some people, listening to that song was a fantasy past. Only the princess wanted to sing to anyone she wanted. A prince in the neighboring kingdom became anxious to hear the princess, listening to his song. One day, the prince came to the hill with the people of Lashkar. Informs his will. The princess also likes to see the princess from behind. The prince says, “I’ll only listen to the music if you take me to your kingdom.” However, since the princess has not been seen outside the family to date, the prince has to make arrangements to take the princess. On hearing the condition, the prince sent all the people with him.
On certain days they set out for the prince’s kingdom. Princess milk is dressed in a white dress and covers the face. They both bid farewell to the king and set foot on the road. As the path continues, the tired princess stands up to rest. The princess sits beside a lake looking beautiful. Below the place where the princess sat, there was some fruit. From those fruits, the color of the blood-red like a princess. The princess may have been in season for the princess’s way. So she laughs and says, “The princess has no problem, this is what happens when women get pregnant.” The princess gets quite ashamed of it. The princess cursed the fruit tree that had embarrassed her, “You will never be able to grow big trees all the time in bushes and bushes.” And the prince’s smile didn’t stop at that. The princess takes the form of a huge tree in anger and says, “Princess, you laugh at my condition and you will not be born to me.”
In order to change the form of the princess, she gradually turns into a huge tree. Meanwhile, the prince also turned into a ‘bloodbath’ in the agony of the mind. And he hid the bloodstream in his chest.
In Tripura language is called ‘Thaichao’. The fruit is a fruit of our own on the hill. In addition to our country, the fruit can be seen in the hilly areas of India and Indonesia. The locals called it red, Chakmara called Rusko and Marmara said Rangchui. In India, the fruit is known as murder.
Our story does not want to end. Meanwhile time is running out. Still, I tell Kangai, grandpa, there’s no such story you know? At first, the head did not say. Then he pauses for a while and starts saying…
In ancient times there was a village on the hill. He used to hunt people and raise animals in the village. The youths of the village used to go hunting. Once upon a time, some young men went to the deep jungle for hunting. The day goes by, the night goes they don’t come back. Thus, after leaving for three nights and three days, an elder from the village says that they have to go to find them. Everyone else in the village went out to look for the young men. They do not appear even after many searches. Still, the search continues. One day, some bones are seen in front of a cave in the mountain, and after seeing a flute, they realize that their youth is no longer alive. But what happened to them? The search revealed that a snake had consumed them in the past. The people of the village get scared. Still, I have to go to the mountains to work. After some days, some more youths are lost. Everyone understands that it’s the snake’s job.
They go to the wise frog to get rid of it. The wise frog gives them intelligence. Light a fire around the cave. All the villagers then got ready and went to the cave and set it on fire. The stone throws a snake into it. The snake escapes the cave to save it. The villagers follow the snake. Today, they will never leave him. The snake is tired of running away. Can no longer That’s when the wise frog of the snake remembered about it. She asks him for help and says he will never kill the youth of the village again. The wise frog then says, “If you are a snake, you cannot be saved. You take the form of a tree. ” Blood was still flowing from the snake’s chest. The wise frog transforms the snake into a tree. And his blood splatters become fruit. There is no snake when the villagers come. The frog tells the king that he has realized his mistake, you forgive him. He will live with bloodstream in his chest all his life. “The tree that the serpent takes in the form of a tree is ‘Apachui.’
The story ends here. Then a smile. And the simple answer is, “Grandpa, this is another story! Nothing really. ” We laugh with Kangai too.
Bleeding is a perennial parasitic plant. It usually occurs in dry places in the vicinity of shrimp. Its season from April to August. Its color is light green when raw. Dark red or brown when ripe. Complete with food and herbs. Morara cooks raw blood and eats it. Bangladesh Agricultural University started to research a decade ago. Locals use its roots and beaches as medicine. It is used in the treatment of jaundice. The local population also uses blood clots in blood vessels and itching. This fruit can be made from excellent food coloring and jelly, jam.
We pick up the smell of the story from the body and hold it in the heart. Now we have to go to the front. Suddenly I see a red color near the pocket of my partner’s pants. That’s a lot of colors. I went on to say, “There are a lot of blood bubbles in the pocket, maybe one bursting out red.” I thought so too. We continue on the path. After going a little farther, I remember! I tell my friend to stand up from the back and see the inside of her pants well. Diameter, which I suspected was so. He found a convenient place and he burst into the blood as he wished. The red color is not bloody, it is the blood that is consumed. We are all speechless, only heard in his mouth, Appachui: The sound heard at the base of the mountain.
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