TRANSLATION OF HINDI STORY OF BHAGWANDASS MORWAL “MUKTI”

Abstract

Year’s last month and month’s final day. It isn’t that in this season for the first-time winter was so harsh. It does, but at this time it was acute. More than half the month has passed in needle like piercing winter. Rather that time people had forgotten taste of sunshine and face of sun. In all the four directions amidst dense spread fog the faces were smeared as if it was drizzling in September. Although this pattern was continuing since last week but in spite of weather’s worthlessness nobody had any complaint.