As Bhola made his way back to the fields, the weight of his burdens seemed to lift off his shoulders. The cold touch of the bead washed over him, relieving him of his worries.
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Clutching the bead tightly, he held onto the digging tool with his other hand and headed towards his father, who was diligently working among the crops.
"Dad," Bhola began, his voice tinged with curiosity and longing, "can you tell me about this bead?
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It seems to me like it holds some kind of secret. The cold is spreading in me and giving my mind relief.
His father looked up, pausing in his work to regard Bhola with a mixture of affection and nostalgia. "Ah, this bead," he said, a reminiscent smile gracing his weathered features. "It's been in our family for generations.
Your great-great-grandfather was the one who found it, deep in the heart of the forest. He took it with him as he truly liked this bead and found it special.
Bhola leaned in closer, eager to hear the story behind the mysterious trinket. "What was so special about it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Well," his father began, his eyes glinting with memories of days gone by, "it was said to possess a certain magic. When held in your hand, it has the power to bring a sense of calmness to the mind, even amid chaos. And oh, it was truly a sight to behold, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow."
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As Bhola's father laughed and said " It is not truly magic but maybe its bead has such properties to calm the mind, I was searching for it for a very long time to give you as you seem stressed because of a loan I found it recently but also hesitated to give you "
Bhola's eyes widened with wonder at the thought of such a magical object. "What did you hesitate ?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
As for the latter part where his dad mentions his worry about his stress he ignores it completely.
His father's expression softened, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. "With time, as all things do, the bead lost its luster, Now due to its shabby look maybe you don't want to wear it anymore so I keep it in the store room " he explained. "But its magic never truly faded. It may not shine as brightly as it once did, but its power to bring peace and tranquility lives on in our memories."
As Bhola listened to his father's words, "He knows deep down that he's not alone in this struggle with the loan; he's carrying the weight of his own life and that of his family on his shoulders.
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What's done is done, and he can't change the past. He's tried countless times, but in the face of powerful and greedy individuals, what can a helpless, weak young man do?
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Accepting this reality, he resolves to focus solely on his farming from now on and strives to earn enough to repay the loan over time. Alongside this, he hopes to expand the family's farming land. As he contemplates these thoughts, a sense of determination washes over him.
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It was at this moment that he felt a sudden clam chill spread once again, emanating from the bead."
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Bhola knows that his father has left for home, and he tries to focus on his work.
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He senses that the surroundings have changed. He realizes that he's in a different place altogether.
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Bhola looks around in all directions, realizing that as far as the eye can see, there's nothing but land.
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It seems like he's in a remote area, perhaps just about 500 meters away from where he was before.
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The air here feels incredibly refreshing, each breath carrying a new sense of vigor.
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With every inhale, he feels a newfound strength, as if his worries are being whisked away with each exhale.
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Taking hesitant steps forward, Bhola's mind races with questions. Where is this place? How did he get here? How can he go back?
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These thoughts start to overwhelm him, and the desire to return home grows stronger with every passing moment.
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As he continues to walk, he finds himself retracing his steps back to the fields, the familiarity of the farmland providing some semblance of comfort.
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Bhola is unable to comprehend what just happened to him. He looks around, hoping to find some answers, but everything appears unchanged, just as it was moments ago.
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Was he merely dreaming? The thought crosses his mind as he grapples with the confusion of his situation.
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Bhola considers that perhaps it was just a delusion due to his worries, his mind thinking about anything and everything.
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But when he remembers the fresh air, he thinks it was a good place, even though it was there, I would like to feel it again,
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it was not expected that this time Bhola will feel himself in the same land, nothing far and wide, just fresh air,
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this time Bhola starts thinking about not going out,
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Bhola knows that after about 500-600 meters, it is getting darker and darker, and there is an invincible wall between the dark and the ground.
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There is a wall nearby, and there is a small pit in it with water, it seems that the water is flowing, but Bhola does not understand where the water is coming from and where it is going.
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Observing the serene landscape and the crisp air complemented by a nearby water source, Bhola contemplates the idea of farming in this area.
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Before making any decisions, he approaches the water. As his hand grazes the surface, he experiences a peculiar sensation—a surge of vitality coursing through him.
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Bhola recognizes the delightful taste of the water as if it carries within it an essence of pure energy that revitalizes his entire being.
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With this realization, he stoops down once more, immerses his palm in the water, and takes a sip. This action repeats several times as Bhola savors the refreshing drink.
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As he pondered whether farming could thrive in this place, Bhola abruptly decided to step outside.
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Upon surveying the surroundings, he noticed some carrot seeds lying nearby. Without hesitation, he picked up the seeds from the fields, contemplating a return indoors.
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Bhola realized he had come back. By now, he understood that this was reality, and along with it, he figured out how to navigate between indoors and outdoors..
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Bhola approached the water source and began digging a small pit in the ground..
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Carefully, he placed the carrot seeds into the pit, covered them with soil, and sealed the ground shut.
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Having drawn water from the nearby source, he carefully sprinkled it over the carrot seeds he had just planted and came outside with a bucket Despite the bucket being a bit dirty, he didn't want to waste the water.
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So, he opted to use it for the adjacent crops near the field and spring their then With the bucket in hand, he made his way back toward the house.
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As he was going toward home he thought why not draw some water to drink but he also felt uncertain because he didn't know the effect of water.
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He chooses to take water to a cattle house where he keeps a few cows. He pours water into the drinking container, but only for one cow.
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The same he decided to do with a dog who always lay near his house because they always fed him so now he lay there always.
As he saw Bhola walking toward him, he wages his tail and runs toward Bhola.
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Bhola dug a hole near there used a plastic bag to keep water and start to walk toward home.
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As it was nearing mealtime, and afternoon had already passed, Bhola entered the house and promptly asked his mother about the meal.
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