Not in the distant past a tree was one of the things our farmer loved and cherished most. It carried for him and the community he was a part of a hallowed aura that made it something not to be trifled ...

The crow while Sahiban hangs leaves the tree and flies straight to Dhun. It enquires after Pilu in the town and is guided to a graveyard where it pays him its salutation. It conveys Pilu Sahiban’s ...