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Simla Village Tales; Or, Folk Tales from the Himalayas

Chapter 58: THE STORY OF “BUNJARA TULLAO”
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A collected set of Himalayan folk tales recorded from Simla district storytellers, offering short narratives that range from animal fables and origin myths to domestic legends, supernatural episodes, and comic anecdotes. Each tale conveys local worldview through clever animals, magical transformations, moral dilemmas, and temple or ritual lore, frequently resolving with ironic justice or unexpected reward. Arranged as concise, orally inflected stories, the collection preserves regional phrasing and communal concerns while mixing ghostly encounters, trickster adventures, romances, and practical wisdom. Select illustrations and brief editorial notes about the collecting process and translations provide framing for the assembled material.

THE STORY OF “BUNJARA TULLAO”

There is at a place in India called Agar, a tank or pond known as the “Bunjara Tullao,” yet no Bunjara will ever drink water there.

Many years ago no pond existed in that spot, and in all the country round a water famine prevailed, and the poor were perishing for want of water.

A Fakir prophesied that if a man would kill his son and daughter as a sacrifice to the Gods, water would be found and last always.

That night a Bunjara slew his two children, and threw them into a deep hole.

In the morning when the sun shone and people woke up, lo! there was a large pond in place of the hole, and nothing was seen of the unfortunate children. Then the poor filled their chatties, and went away rejoicing.

It is said that sometimes the heads of a boy and girl were seen lifted out of the water, and that they held out their hands to passers-by; but because the peasants put mud into them, they discontinued the practice.

In the centre of the “Bunjara Tullao” is a shrine built in memory of its origin.

There is another such pond near the Sipri Bazaar, which remains clear and beautiful, notwithstanding the fact that hundreds of people bathe and wash in it.

The old “Guru” who lives there explains the reason for this.

“Many years ago one of the Gods selected the Sipri Bazaar tank for his bath, and ever since its waters have remained as clear as crystal.”


Moral.—Thus there is a cause for everything in the world.