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  संघर्षातून जीवन जगत असलेल्या स्त्रीची कहाणी  दिनांक ११/२/२०२३ रोजी मी माझ्या आई-वडिलांसोबत गावाकडे गेले होते. रोजच्या धाकधूकीच्या  जीवनातून वेगळा असा जरा आराम मिळण्याकरिता, आम्ही गावाकडे  गेलो होतो. तेथे वडाच्या झाडांच्या बनात जेवण करण्याचा बेत आम्ही आखला होता. घरूनच आम्ही जेवण तयार करून घेतले होते त्यामध्ये बाजरीची भाकरी, वाटाण्याची उसळ, बटाटा रस्सा,  चपाती व मुलांसाठी बेसन पोळी  नेहमीप्रमाणे वाटेने जेवण करताना आम्हाला आवडणारा खास पदार्थ म्हणजे कांदा भजी सोबत घेतले होते.      आम्ही जेव्हा गावी पोहोचलो तेव्हा दुपारचे एक वाजले असतील,इतरही मंडळी आपापल्या गाड्या घेऊन बनात जेवण करता आलेली होती. फक्त जेवणासाठीच नाही तर आमच्या गावातील प्रसिद्ध महादेवाच्या दर्शनासाठी व दर्शन झाल्यावर बनात येऊन सर्व जेवण करीत असत.    आमचे ते खेडेगावच बर का पण महाशिवरात्री सोमवार व महादेवाच्या यात्रे दिवशी गावात खूप गर्दी परंतु इतर वारी सर्व काही सामसूम असे. ठराविक लोक दर्शनासाठी येत असत. आम्ही जेवण करण्यासाठी जमिनीवर चटई अंथरून त्यावर बसलो ,डबे उघडले ताट ...

The true story of a village woman

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  The true story of a village woman In Indian culture, since ancient times, women have been treated as inferior to men. Even in the 20th century, with new technology and social reforms, women who manage the household and work are not given the same respect as men. There's a saying, "One woman can understand another woman," but sometimes women are the ones causing trouble for each other. This is a true story from the 19th century.                 Her name was Dagda. People didn't want daughters back then, so they'd give them names like Dagda (meaning "stone") or other unpleasant names. Dagda lived in a large joint family with her husband, children, and in-laws. They had a lot of land and made a living from farming. Her mother-in-law treated her very poorly, making her do all the household chores, farm work, and taking care of the cattle. If Dagda didn't do these tasks properly, her mother-in-law would beat her. One day, while her mother-in-law...

Life motivation

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  The real motivational story  "On February 11, 2023, I went to my village with my parents. We had planned to have a picnic under a banyan tree, away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. We had prepared food at home, including bajra bhakri, vatana bhaji, batata rassa, besan poli, and chapatibhaji for the kids. We reached the spot around 1 pm and found many people had already gathered there, not just for the picnic but also to visit the famous Mahadev temple in our village. It was a special day, Mahashivratri, and many devotees had come to seek blessings. We spread a mat on the ground, opened our lunch boxes, and started eating. That's when an old woman, about 4 feet tall, with a simple white sari and a black sweater, approached us. She had a small bag in her hand and seemed to be carrying some food. I offered her a bhakri, vatana usal, and a bhaji, but she put them in her bag and sat down next to us. She started talking to herself, saying, "Mahadev will take care of ...