Whom I used to think were my ring bearers – for over a year this band from a village, a family would buy things to build this house.
My mother used to tell me when she was young, the labour to build your house would live in the house. It is not the norm today – BUT the emotions were the same.
I freely gave them with an open hand – 🖐 with TRUST decision making to get materials.
Recently, when my second returning troop from Awadh showed me how bag after bag was counterfeit. Although with JK emblazoned on the front.
May the deep state leave my Awadhi Tarai troop alone. May the deep state fill Awadhi Tarai hearts to the point that they consider their fellows their own. May the hearts of the better offs, see the reasoning behind what is pretty obvious to me: have space for them in your hearts, without any conditions or conclusions. I received them with genuine, heart felt smiles, remembering each of their boy like antics and their individual natures, and their best moments – though I didn’t have work to give them, THANKFULLY!!
Or the best they could spare around me. F teh deep state.
As for me, this natural propensity keeps me well off.
I will dedicate this whole website to Awadhi, as well as Tarai – earlier the plan was to create a coin to appeal to that one segment in particular.