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Ratan Singh was a businessman from Ramgarh. He had created the universe from nothing on his own efforts and strength. And now one of the most fertile families of Ramgarh belonged to them. He was respected in the city. In any trade, people considered it necessary to consult them. He himself, however, was relieved by entrusting the business to his four sons. They wanted to spend the rest of their days in a peaceful place. Home affairs, external affairs, should be detached from all. Go to a place where even four words to them against their will. There will be no need to speak. Away from the daily ram, no one would know his name. But his wife Phal Suchal used to smile cheekily after hearing his thoughts. If he refused, he would say, "Even in a secluded place, one cannot do what one wants. Peace is in the mind. One can find it even in noise. One does not enjoy solitude. It is not something that money can buy." But Ratansimhana did not agree. He had bought a small house in a small village called Sonapur. The village was very beautiful. With small streams and thick bushes was occupied. The village was very sparsely populated. People were also satisfied. So the day passed slowly. There was a kind of silence in the atmosphere.
One day, however, Ratan Singh got very bored with the same daily tasks. He announced that he would leave for Sonapur in two or four days and would stay there as long as he wished and return as he wished. Within two days he, his wife and old servant Khandu left for Sonapur with some belongings. They were very happy to see the peaceful, scenic location of Sonapur. They have no doubt that we will get the peace we want here.
They had a very happy day. At night in a comfortable chair When he woke up, he said to his wife, "Swarna, how good it is that you got the idea to buy this house in this village. Now we can live as we want. But all this alchemy is of Lakshmi!" Swarna just smiled as she picked the next flower without saying anything.
Ratan Singh did not go to sleep imagining how many days he would have a peaceful sleep, he was woken up by the sound of knocking. Some time passed like this. All his excitement was gone by that sound. He looked at Swarna. She was fast asleep. They felt defeated by her. He decided to stop the sound by putting a stick on Udaya Haya, and with a cover over his head, he started trying to sleep. The next morning he sent Khandu to the village. By noon Khandu brought a man. He was a goldsmith and worked at night. The clatter of his hammer echoed in the distance. The sound of his hammer had lulled them to sleep. Ratansimhani offered him a bag full of gold stamps for visiting another house. The goldsmith bowed down and left happily. Ratan Singh was tired that night. So went to sleep soon. Today, however, he went to sleep with a determined mind. Sometime around midnight, they woke up with a loud thud. They took Canosa. Today's noise was louder than last night's noise. They started pacing in the veranda feeling restless. Swarna tossed in her sleep for a moment and fell asleep peacefully. They became even more upset.
The next day they beat Khandu back in the village. The owner of the voice was asked to appear. A poor man stood before them with his hands tied. He was a blacksmith. His hammer made noise while working. But he didn't like it. Working for the stomach was part of it. Ratansih told him that if he would do his work in another place, they would give him a bag of gold coins. The poor man was lost. He was immediately ready to go to another place. Taking the gold coin, he walked gratefully.
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Ratan Singh went to sleep hoping that there would be no trouble tonight. He fell into a deep sleep as he had not slept well the previous two nights. Early in the morning he was awakened by the melodious chirping of birds. It was a happy morning. Swarna brought them milk in a flower pot. After that, they passed very peacefully for a day or two. Now Nijat had no doubt in his mind. On the third day, however, he woke up in the night scared. He immediately reconciled the two voices. Both the sound of the hammer of the goldsmith and the thud of the blacksmith's hammer came from two directions. He pressed his palms tightly over his ears. A wave of anger went through his head. They offered a bagful of gold coins to the blacksmith and the goldsmith to leave their place. So how does this sound? Both of them were true to their word. They don't know anything. The next day they beat up Khandu at daylight. "Master, both of them have left their house. They have moved to another place." Khandu said. Ratan Singh was shocked. "But yesterday the sound was coming from his own weapons." they exclaimed.
"What is it, master," said Khandu." Both loaded their baggage on the donkey and horse. They met on the way. Both wanted a new house to live in and the old house to be rented out. Then they decided, the goldsmith would live in the blacksmith's house and the blacksmith would go to live in the goldsmith's house. They gave each other castles - took them and started walking". Hearing this, Swarna started laughing loudly. Ratan Singh scratched his ears and started thinking of returning to Ramgarh. Khandu, however, alternately looked at both of them in surprise.Sophia was still staring out of her room. Her eyes were sad, her face even duller. "Sophie son." Finally her mother said without stopping. "Forget what happened, how many people there are in the world, who don't even know what gymnastics is. But still happy. There's a lot to do, son, if you open your eyes, you'll see. It's very, very hard, I know. But from this You have to get out." Meanwhile, the doctor came to the round. He made many funny jokes to entertain her. But the line on Sophia's face didn't budge. Her mother came out of the room to release them. "Something has taken root in the head." her mother said. "She still feels the same way. Staring at the plant. Her constant staring will cause it to wither I'm afraid so". she said with great difficulty. The doctor patted her comfortingly on the shoulder. "Everything will be all right, Mrs Pearce," he said.
'And that girl who's been looking out the window all morning?' asked John. 'She seems to be seeing a lot somewhere, Sister Martha.' 'John she's Sophia Pierce. A gymnast playing for her country. Too bad John. A poor seventeen year old girl. She sacrificed her life and worked hard. Everyone including her was sure that she would win. There was no one around her. Who knows what happened, she lost her balance at the last moment. All the spectators were watching her game in awe. No one knew anything. Dandishi hit. The whole stadium stood up and shouted 'Ouch!' Such a big sigh may have happened to someone. She injured her leg. Doctors said she would never be able to do gymnastics again. When she expressed her desire to see her trainer, he turned his back and left. He has exhausted her. She is sure she won't survive. " "Ouch!" John sighed, "Too bad." His old cheeks trembled. "The worst thing," said Sister Martha, "isn't that little plant, John, she says it comes to her in her dreams. It says the day the last leaf falls, she will be no more in this world. Everyone was very understanding, John, but she understood. Not ready to take it. Her health is getting worse! I feel bad, but what can I do!"
"Yes," said John, "the doctor will give medicine. But it's up to him to get better. Well, I'm off," said John, placing his hat on his head. On the way, he turned around and looked at the plant. Only four leaves were barely holding on. The frost on his lips remained on his lips. He rushed out. John was intently painting in his yard. Botany itself The color was forming on the canvas. It was enough that his paintings would decorate the Wilsons' living room. John was well known in his field. John had all the fluidity of color. He was past seventy, but his desire to find joy in small things remained the same. His dark sparkling eyes were always eager to know something. Many people knew him. Sister Martha was also there. He began to paint vase leaves on his painting and became enamored with its greenery. He remembered that four leaf plant swaying in the wind and suddenly his hand stopped. Sophia started to miss him. His eyes narrowed. He thought. John used to see Sophia every day after that. Soon he saw a single leaf hanging from the small plant. He did not see Sophia in the window that day. There was a very stormy night. It was raining all night long. Sophia was overwhelmed with utter despair. She was white. It was as if someone had sucked the life out of her eyes. In the morning she expressed her desire to open the window. With a heavy heart, her father opened the window. She saw where the plant was. For a moment she felt like she was in a dream. How did this happen? How is this possible? Who did the magic? Rain or storm? No. then? Is this plant's will to live so strong? When you say you are going to die, should he sprout a young bud? Does this plant stand up to such a stormy rain? How has it overcome so many difficulties! Willing to live or live? Who to live? Sophia Pierce? Sophia Pearce, who is exhausted by a single storm? for what Sophia's train of thought began. Her trainer turned his back on her and left, from that moment her train of thought seemed to stop. It started fast now. The play of sun and rain started on Sofia's face. That something After saying that she is responding, her friends, fans, relatives all started gathering around her. She tried to talk and smile. Sophia realized. We all want it. Even if he is not a gymnast now, his love has not diminished even for a second. How can we forget that there are so many people who love us? She felt ashamed of herself. Jealousy arose in her heart that she should do something better. These people who love us should be proud of us. Unknowingly, green shoots started to sprout in her mind. The medicine started working. Her condition improved rapidly. Sophia went to her house determinedly. John and Martha were among those who waved her goodbye.
When everyone was gone, Martha took John's long boat to her forehead. There were tears in her eyes. "John, you're not a painter, you're a magician. You painted that plant so perfectly that even God would be confused. I don't know what to say, but you, John, thank you very much." John started whistling happily.. His 'masterpiece' with his childlike enthusiastic eyes. Started looking.
