There was a farmer named Madaram Basumatary who lived in a village. He grew all sorts of vegetables, fruits, and flowers on his farm. His crops did really well and could be sold. At first, Madaram Basumatary sold his crops at the market. But people loved his vegetables so much that they started coming to […]
सासे आबादारिया गावनि आबाद दुब्लियाव फांसे थाइलिर बिफां गायदोंमोन। खाथिनि मानसिफोरा बिथांखौ मिनिदोंमोन। खाथिनि सासे मानसिया बुंदोंमोन, “नोंथाङा फांसे थाइलिर बिफांनिफ्राय मा मुलाम्फा मोननो? बे खामानिखौ नोंथाङा मावनानै मानसिफोरजों मिनिजानायसो जाबाय।” माखासे बोसोरनि उनाव थाइलिर बिफाङा गोबां बारायदोंमोन। आबादारिया फैलाव दुब्लियाव मोनसे जोबोद गेदेर थाइलिर बागान खालामदोंमोन। थाइलिर फिथाइ फाननानै आबादारिया गावनि नखरखौ मोजाङैनो दैदेननो
सासे आबादारिया गावनि बागानाव गोबां बिफां गायदोंमोन। माखासे बोसोरनि उनाव बिफांफोरा गेरेमसा आरो नायनो जोबोद समायना जादोंमोन। फिथाइ थाइनायनि बोथोराव गासैबो बिफांफोरानो फिथाइ थाइदोंमोन। आबादारिया फिथाइफोरखौ फानहरनानै गोबां रां आरजिनो हादोंमोन। गोबां बोसोर नेनायनि उनावबो फांसे बिफाङा फिथाइ थाइयाखैमोन। सानसेखालि आबादारिया बिफांनाव सोंदोंमोन, “गासैबो बिफांफोरानो आंनो फिथाइ होबाय। नोङो आंनो मानोथो फिथाइ होआखिसै?” बिफाङा दुखु
There are innumerable species of animals on earth. Some creatures live in the water, some live on the shore, some fly on the surface of the back, some live depending on other creatures. Among all these creatures, some creatures give good gifts to humans and some even harm humans. Since ancient times, people have developed
The fruit is eaten by animals, birds, and all humans. Since ancient times, people have made their living by eating the wild fruits found in the forest. Even when people’s diets are varied, they still enjoy eating fruits. By consuming certain high-vitamin fruits, people maintain their body strength. Some fruits not only strengthen the human
Roji had asked her mother and father for a new Dokhona. Her mother used to weave Dokhona and Gamsa at home since the old days. However, these days, their traditional wooden weaving shed (hisansali) has fallen into complete disrepair and broken down. She can no longer focus on weaving like she used to. Roji herself
It is the rainy season. The sun is shining intensely hot. Far away, throughout the day, the cicadas (gavrema and riuriuwa) are continuous in their singing. The village people say to one another that the more the cicadas sing, the harsher the sun beats down. Today has turned out just like that. Nevertheless, the working
It was evening time. After having dinner, everyone in the village went inside their houses to sleep. A little while ago, it had rained heavily. After managing the rainwater from flooding into the pigpen, Rwisumwi and her family also went inside the house. For a brief moment, the husband and wife conversed in bed and