Maybe or it is a small hut.
Yet it is his own house.
Just what!
How many hundreds of thousands of memories are associated with this small hut?
Her beloved husband and only child died in this house.
So no one will be able to take this hut from me if they want to.
But the zamindar is stubborn.
He will leave this hut in front of his palace.
Meanwhile, the only source of the widow old woman and her five-year-old orphaned granddaughter is this hut.
So the widowed old woman decided that she would not move from here, would not leave.
The next day the zamindar went to the old woman's hut and wanted to evict them from the house.
But the old woman is adamant.
He will not leave his house.
The zamindar could have chased away the old woman if he wanted.
But becoming a zamindar and forcibly occupying the house of a helpless old widow does not look good.
So the zamindar filed a case against the old woman in the court.
The rich zamindar won against the old woman in court.
This time the old woman was forced to leave the hut.
Holding the granddaughter's hand, the memory of the husband and son was forced to come out of the boundary of the tangled hut.
Then the old woman and her granddaughter took shelter in the house of a tender neighbor of the village.
Soon after the old woman came out of the hut, the zamindar started demolishing the hut to enhance the beauty of his palace.
From a distance the old woman heard the sound of the hut being broken and appeared there with a basket.
Then he went to the zamindar standing there and said - Babu! I want to take some soil from the soil in my vita in this basket.
Because my granddaughter has been crying all the time since she left this hut.
So I will take some soil from this soil and make an oven.
If I make bread in that oven and feed it to my granddaughter, then maybe my granddaughter will stop crying.
Hearing this, the mind of the zamindar became soft. So he allowed the old woman to take the soil.
After filling the basket with soil, the old woman herself told the zamindar to put the basket on the old woman's head.
The zamindar was very angry at this, but on hearing the old woman's plea, he proceeded to place the basket on the old woman's head.
But what!
The zamindar is not able to lift the basket filled with soil at all.
After trying for a long time, the zamindar accepted the rate. It is impossible for him to pick up this basket.
The old woman then said that the purpose of the zamindar is .......
Baby! You couldn't lift this little earthenware basket. But I have thousands of baskets of soil in this hut. How do you do that?
In this question of the widowed old woman, all the pride and arrogance found in the inheritance formula of the zamindar was mixed with the soil.