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When I see pomegranate in the vegetable market, I buy it for the children. When children peel pomegranate seeds and eat them and throw the peel in the waste basket, I feel the pain of throwing the peel. Actually, it is not the fault of the children because they are unaware of the properties of the peel. They don't know that this price is also available in grocery stores. When I tell them about the properties of the peel, they laugh at it. Although they talk about it, I get lost in the past. I remember our Baba Nand Singh and I see that in front of him a woman is sitting holding a small child on her knees and Baba is lifting the child's palate. Baba used to call pomegranate peel Nashpal and rub it. Baba had made hooks like clamps of bicycle spokes.
From where the yard was turned, Baba used to place a cloth there and apply Nashpal mixed with butter and lift the child's palate with that latch. The child's scream was not heard. With just two or three bites, the child's palate was completely healed and Baba used to do this twice in the morning and evening. If the child's legs were struggling, Baba would tell him that brother, get rid of the chicken, the child will be fine. Cockroaches were a weed commonly found in hedges. Baba used to tell the child's mother not to eat or drink sweets, because this reduces the child's milk production. 'Yesterday, people not only from our village but also from nearby villages used to come to Baba with their children. This work of Baba was not a slogan like 'Raj New Bus Service' but completely like a 'free service'. Niani Mata never knew from where Baba Nashpal brought or how much he brought. Baba's thighs were marked with snakes. How attractive would this young man be in his younger days? But all this looked strange on the shrunken thighs of old age. Women with children used to come in front of our house. He would come and say only one thing, “Baba ji was at home, I had to make the child's palate.” Hearing such things, Baba would cough from the front and say, “Come brother, come, sit.”
Not only Kalla Baba but also our father Ratan Singh and uncle Mitt Singh used to do this service free of cost, but they did not touch the children's palate, they used to sweep dung. They would recite a mantra like a mantra on the leaves of the mountain akka and pass it on to the next one and the bull's scrotum would be cured. If a stranger asks what should I give? Then they said to make it and distribute it on Tuesday. Not only this, he also told ways to protect animals and dogs from pests. Bapu used to say that a fly is such that it causes a wound the size of a grain of sugar and at night the shadow of the stars becomes its insect. To treat this, they used to read a mantra over a bottle of water and by pouring this water on the wound, the worms would die or would not grow again. Baba, Bapu and Chacha left this world and took such knowledge with them. Now, when small children's palate falls out, people immediately run to the doctor, but then such symptoms were easily cured. Now even the bulls have disappeared. In agriculture, the tractor revolution eliminated plowing by oxen, which almost resulted in the extinction of oxen.
After the bullock cart and the bullock cart, there was the bullock cart and now instead of the bullock cart, the vehicle attached to the back of the motorcycle and scooter has stopped the 'job' of keeping the bulls. Even though I regret not being able to acquire such qualities from my elders, I did not have that much understanding at that time nor did I ever sit down and ask them from where did they get these qualities? But I still use Baba's advice and tell it to my friends.
Baba used to tell the children while raising their palate that if the elders' palate gets damaged then lift it with your thumb three-four, seven-eight times a day, it will be cured. At that time the elders of every house used to take some native treatment. Now many people fix the child's palate by hammering a nail, but Baba's method using pear was very effective. That's why sometimes I don't feel good throwing away pomegranate peels, but now Baba is no more, who will I give it to? Thinking about it, I throw it away.