Sad! Sadabhau, the mountain of sorrow on the donkeys, the sister who hugged, passed away forever from the hug

We grew up in a small village called Maralnathpur. Ivalsam village, a farm in Dongar Kapari. When summer came, I could see everything in front of my eyes. We siblings used to go after the animals in the forest. When he came into the house, he used to give jaggery click on the foot with thorns. The legs were tied and the thorns were removed the next day. Even though the fork was removed, Bibya was clicked to hit the key. Puranpoli was sometimes eaten during the festival. Chapati never showed us his face. We used to have black hybrid sorghum bread on our plate. Rice used to be Navsala sometimes. In all such poverty, this is the car of the world. The milk of cows and buffaloes used to be abundant only in the house. Eating milk bread was a different kind of sweetness. Three cousins, their children नाही not to mention that we all had a case of fifteen or sixteen men.

The house, however, was a small cage. Poverty did not even allow us to build a big house. In time, our siblings grew up at home. To stay, we decided to build a house on the farm. After staying in Pala’s house for a few days, two cousins ​​came to Mumbai. Raising the money earned by Mumbai, a stone earthen house stood in the field. We sisters and siblings lived in the house that was standing. There was no one around the house next door. The only house was ours. When the day dawned we felt good. There was a fear of thieves at night. We grew up under the shadow of such fear. She used to accompany me only when a guest came. In such poverty, sometimes there is vegetable oil and sometimes there is no chutney. Sometimes we used to live with vegetables instead of vegetables, sometimes with red chilli chutney and bukka. We used to eat wild leafy vegetables. We, the sisters and brothers, were living happily together as we had never seen a rich man in this poverty. We lived with the burden of poverty. It was in this poverty that my sister got married.

On June 4, she had a sudden chest pain. As she was in Mumbai at the time, she was admitted to a small hospital in Mumbai and was diagnosed with heart disease. I was on a tour of Nashik to Kanda Parishad. I got a call from my cousin that if Rukmini’s health deteriorated, what should I do now? Doctors say there is no operation here. I immediately told her K. E. I asked her to bring me to Mumbai Hospital and immediately after the program I rushed to Mumbai and came to my sister and gave her a bunch and said you want to get well soon. My sister smiled. Then my sister got up on the bed and hugged my waist. My eyes watered after the hug. This crazy sister’s crazy love. Now I think it will get better soon. After talking to the doctor in the morning, it was decided to have an operation tomorrow. On June 8, 2022, I came out for work in the afternoon and in the afternoon I got a call from my niece. Brother, if you have shortness of breath, come to the hospital immediately. I rushed to the hospital. And when I went to her, I found out that my sister who was hugging me had gone out of my arms.