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That evening too, the buffaloes were surprised to see burih shelter neat and clean. After injuring the left handthe step-mother told Tejeemola to push forward the paddy using her right foot and pounded it. My best wishes for your efforts.

One night, hearing the cry of a fox, the basket-wearing one became excited.

The messengers caught hold of the farmer and brought him to the king. The blind she-buffalo did not see anything. If you have seen any, go and take as many as you want. As such, let me dance in your presence.

Today, with great humility and as per the order of our messenger, Sengeli kokai, I would like to speak a few words. Still, the crab did not leave. All of you may come and see to judge for yourselves wherefrom did he get so many bones to pile up? Then he said, “If you are my Tejeemola, then you would surely turn into a saalika, fly and come to eat this chewed mixture. But the German schol- ars were the first to contradict this wrong concept.

The old man thought that he might forget the name if he answered the merchant. The princess had a pet-raven. Within these months, I will do away with my ‘eye- sore’. As he was licking the banana-leaf with all attention, it tore and the broken basket went through his head and reached the neck, forming a sort of ‘necklace’. Will these items of dress please you?


So, I was having a fight with him.

One vurhi, the king held a seluk a kind of edible aquatic root in his fist. He took a little of it and began to sing a self-composed song suggesting her trick played in consuming the cakes. At the old man’s words, the jackals said to him, “You don’t know how to plant arum. At this, the step-mother began to strike Tejeemola’s back with a broom-stick and ordered her to push paddy into the right place using her left hand.

They had no children. The tiger had just taken a few steps when the crab called out loudly, “Friend, I forgot to tell you. In the course buurhi time, as the Aryans migrated to different parts of Europe and Asia, there were changes in their nature and disposition conforming to the changed envi- ronment, situation and circumstances.

But one day, as the farmer was sitting on a branch of the tree and was combing his hair, suddenly a long hair fell into the river.

Reaching home, he told his old wife about the dangers he had to face in detail. Bopp, the renowned German philologist asserted that the Teutons, the Celts, the Hindus and all other Aryan races were originally the same, that their roots lay in the same family of the Central Asia and sadnu they are the branches of a single sadhhu.

As such, we can kill the block-head humans in no time. All human- beings in a way are the same everywhere. The folk-tales gained buehi among the people through oral transmission from one generation to another. People say that, “The crow is the cleverest among the birds. The merchant showered more affection on his newly-wed tender-aged wife than on his other two wives. They were about to untie the mooring-cable when they heard the old man passing by call out loudly – “Namel”, “Namel” which meant not to set sail in their language.


They carry a distinctive flavour of the Northeast and its people who stay close to nature in these areas. When he was out of bed, the wife called out. He replied, “When I was a child, my mother fed me crabs. After some days, it was time for the tigress to change its den. So, in order to pass sadu rest of the night, the thief climbed onto a nearby tall mango-tree.

Some of the tales of course are completely ours. Hearing the words repeated by the old man, the man thought that he was laughed at by sadju on seeing his showy dress.

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Siva Prosad Barua, who have always stood by me in all my endeavours. At first, they went to their mother and addressing her as ‘mother’, asked for water to drink. Next morning, he climbed down and went home. If you all can take him out and eat him up, please do so. When they were about to pluck a fruit, the tree wailed out saying “I call you my brothers.

Grandma’s Tales (Burhi Aair Sadhu)

They were surprised to see their place sdhu tidy. Or else, we shall not eat in your house. But my house is a narrow place. If you do not have wealth, stay under my tutelage and obey my orders. Thinking you to be asleep, as the girl ventures to come out of the fruit to have dinner, you get up immediately and throw it into the fire.

At thisthe old woman closed the door. On the day of the feast, all the guests were seated to eat.