Folklore: A Tale of the Mother and daughter
Compilation: Kishore Subba Limbu
Source: Muna Begha, Ilam.
Once upon a time, there were a mother and daughter in the village. The old-age mom was sick. The youngest daughter was sexy and stunningly beautiful. She used to sit in front of the mirror and do makeup, set her hair, and change clothes the whole day instead of working; she used to dream of marrying a rich kid.
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| A bunch of Paddy Photo Source: Muna Begha. |
To prepare the field for cultivation, the villagers slashed and burned it.When villagers used to ask the mom and daughter, "You people don't need firewood for the rainy season?" "My mom is old and sick; she will die soon, and I will flee with a boy; why should we have to work for tomorrow that we will not use in the future?" they said.
The villagers cultivate, plant, prune, and harvest crops for annual consumption.The mom and daughter used to stay at home all the time. The villagers also stopped searching and started asking them about farming. After harvesting crops, everyone began celebrating the festivals in the winter.The mother and daughter didn't die, and nobody came to marry the daughter. Last year's balance of foods went into shortage after a year of consumption, and they don't have new crop production this year. They are suffering from a food shortage, and when they asked to borrow food from them, the villagers said that "your mother will die and you will flee with a boy, then who will return the lending food?" "We can't help you anymore." Then, while all the villagers were enjoying the festival, the mother and daughter wondered about the leftover crops in the fields.
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