Saran Rai
Translation- Bidur Rai
Likes house that I built long ago, I have been old and aged. Now then a question begins to arise whether I deserve the right to reside in that house ,
My heirs begin to speak, “ That house belongs to us.” Yes , of course, they have made every possible contribution to this house and keep it look as though it were a dream house as they repair time and again, tend it with care and keep it neat and tidy. Even though I do not live in that house all my life, I guess, they will be living there , no doubt .
If the house breaks down and crumbles, they would have to bear a heavy loss rather than I personally do, they will be devoid of shelter. Therefore, they have the opinion that the house must survive till the last breath . However debate emerges : “ whose house is that ?” Who has the responsibility of building the house, mine or theirs ?
I do not claim any stretch of time live in a house or on earth as all the creatures do . He who lives there owns a house : as long as he lives, he says,"This is my home”, but in the end it belongs to none . And now I have stopped claiming that house as my own in spite of the fact that I constructed myself. I have begun to reflect and understand that, like a house, my own life does not come into my grip .
