Consequences Of Lying
There was a village in a country. There was a family in that village. There is no one in the family except husband and wife. Wife's name is Pachtleima. Pachataleima was very lazy. Next door's wife Taraleima was Karmath. Everyone was appreciative of Taraleima's work. He also knows the Ras Yatra dance very well. Tharaleima danced many times to the booming sound of mridanga. Not only that, she can weave different types of chadars, towels, sarees.
The husband of Pachtleima called his wife one day and said, "O Grihalakshmi, there is someone like you in the next house, can't you see his work?" There is nothing to sit on when guests come home. Can't even give a big towel to the guest to wear. There is not even a bed sheet when one comes to sleep. What can be like this? You go to your mother's house.
After listening to her husband, Pachtleima was afraid and said, "You think I'm lazy?" I can't do anything because of the child's anger. Well, bring the cotton, I'll show you what I can do. Husband was happy to hear this. He thought, my wife is really a working woman.
Taraleima listened to their conversation. She also told her husband, fix the spinning wheel. The husband said, there is no cotton in the house. To fetch cotton, one has to go to the Kuki family. Taraleima said, cotton is not needed.
On the other hand, Pachtleima's husband brought cotton from a Kuki family in the hills. The condition of the cookies is that half must be paid to them.
There are different varieties of cotton. The cotton that Pachataleima's husband has brought is pure white cotton. Then he said to his wife, you have to beat the next-door neighbor in weaving. I will bring more when they are finished.days pass Pachatleima no longer weaves cloth from cotton. He cleans the child's toilet with that cotton and throws it in the neighbor's field. And Taraleima collects all of them and saves the dirt and collects the clean cotton. Meanwhile, Pachtleima's husband thinks that his wife will weave sheets and towels. No need to buy anything else. If you weave your own clothes, you don't have to go to anyone else. He liked to think. One day, the husband of Pachtleima asked, where is the cotton that I brought?
Pachtleima said, cutting cotton with a bow is over. But while weaving clothes, I saw that there was no spinning wheel at home. How do I knit clothes? Then the husband gathers the spinning wheel, the thread tube and the sitting stick. Then he said, what day will you weave clothes? Pachtleima said, what kind of sound did you hear in the paddy field last night? I put dhuna cotton tubes in a basket in the rice bin for fear of rats.
Swami said, see how much cotton you have washed. There was only one dhuna cotton tube in the paddy receptacle. Pachtleima brought it again and again. Meanwhile, Talaleima weaves beautiful handicrafts from the discarded cotton of Pachtaleima. Pachtleima's husband said again one day, where are your yarn and spinning wheel. Start knitting clothes after seeing good day. Pachtleima said, if we start, we cannot do it. The yarn remains to be refined, the rice must be beaten.
Taraleima heard all their talk. One day he called Pachtleima's husband, Dada, come to our house. On hearing the call, Pachtleima said to her husband, I have kept all the threads that I used to beat the rice that day for fear of cockroaches and rats. Come on, let's take a look. Swami said, look quickly. While the husband was standing, Pachataleima quickly entered the paddy field. As soon as he entered, he started crying with his hands on his head saying that he was finished. The husband jumped up to the paddy field and saw his wife sitting and crying. Husband asked, why are you crying? Pachtleima said, all the threads I have made so far have been cut and scattered. There is only one tube of yarn. Now what do I weave clothes with? Swami comes down from Gola's door upset without saying anything.On the other hand, Taraleima called Pachalleima's husband again, Grandpa, will you come to our house? When Pachataleima's husband went to Taraleima's house, Taraleima very respectfully let him sit. Then all the sarees, veils, bed-sheets and other things she wove; He showed it and said, I have woven these with your cotton. Then she told Pachtleima's husband everything. Pachataleima's husband took one look at Taraleima in wonder, at the beautifully crafted and enticing cloths. Taraleima said, grandfather, why are you sitting in surprise? Take half of these as you like, and keep the other half for me. I have woven them with your cotton. Pachtleima's husband said, stop, stop my sister. Don't share clothes with me. The cookie family I brought the cotton from had to be shared in front. Talaleima gave a handmade bed sheet, a shawl, a towel and said, take these for your use, grandfather. The rest I will share with the cookie family. Pachtleima's husband returned home with some colorful shiny handicrafts.
On returning home, the liar Alse threw his wife Pachtleima out of the house. Pachtleima left the house crying.
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