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Three hundred years before today, a beautiful Vaishya
whist[?], aunt named Madhava Thakura
of Mannara Ditha(?), a village near Balia town
in search of bread and butter, marched alone towards the headquarters
of the Maharaja of Darbhanga in Mithila,
where he proved himself the most
efficient and[?] common agent and within the
Roy Collector. He was of Bharadwaja
gotra. [?] then
the borderline of between the boundaries
of Sivahara state and the Maharaja of
Darbhanga was the bone of contention
for which each competitor was to spend
lavishly to secure its[?] ground
and solid looking, then. But the
line never remained fixed. In the
mean while the head of the Sivahara state was
seized with a brilliant idea[?] he managed
[?] of making the Moors or Kanjaras
the inhabitants of a village then
called today Mosant. Mossan Morsand
that disputed land, and certainly
success embraced his policy.
Now, it was hard nut to crack for
the soldiers of Darbhanga some(?)
to go to run over the land
whist[?], aunt named Madhava Thakura
of Mannara Ditha(?), a village near Balia town
in search of bread and butter, marched alone towards the headquarters
of the Maharaja of Darbhanga in Mithila,
where he proved himself the most
efficient and[?] common agent and within the
Roy Collector. He was of Bharadwaja
gotra. [?] then
the borderline of between the boundaries
of Sivahara state and the Maharaja of
Darbhanga was the bone of contention
for which each competitor was to spend
lavishly to secure its[?] ground
and solid looking, then. But the
line never remained fixed. In the
mean while the head of the Sivahara state was
seized with a brilliant idea[?] he managed
[?] of making the Moors or Kanjaras
the inhabitants of a village then
called today Mosant. Mossan Morsand
that disputed land, and certainly
success embraced his policy.
Now, it was hard nut to crack for
the soldiers of Darbhanga some(?)
to go to run over the land
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