Even the smell of soil from our place ... fills culture in the breath of strange people

If the bindi on your forehead and the vermilion in the (hair) parting, is a sign of disgrace and not your husband ... then erase it

Here for the parents the offspring is everything ... and for the offspring the parents?

One who takes help, you call him a friend ... one who gives help, I call him a friend

The colder the body is, the more delightful it will be when it burns

Even after seeing a daughter in tears if a fathers heart does not cry ... then that heart is a stone

My body is still hot son ... when it gets cold then throw me into the fire

When one can change life partners ... then why not the name?

One who dies for the country, never dies

When you go from here, then don't take so many disgraces with you ... which even the river Ganges won't be able to clean

Shyness is the most precious ornament here

When there is no regret ... then there is no penance either