- published: 18 Oct 2015
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Garhwali (गढ़वळि भाख/भाषा) is a Central Pahari language belonging to the Northern Zone of Indo-Aryan languages. It is primarily spoken by the Garhwali people (गढ़वळि मन्खि) who are from the north-western Garhwal Division (गढ़वाळ) of the northern Indian state of Uttarakhand in the Indian Himalayas.
The Central Pahari languages include Garhwali and Kumauni (spoken in the Kumaun region of Uttarakhand). Garhwali, like Kumauni, has many regional dialects spoken in different places in Uttarakhand. The script used for Garhwali is Devanagari.
Garhwali is one of the 325 recognised languages of India spoken by over 2,267,314 people in Tehri Garhwal, Pauri Garhwal, Uttarkashi, Chamoli, Dehradun, Haridwar and Rudraprayag districts of Uttarakhand. Garhwali is also spoken by people in other parts of India including Himachal Pradesh, Delhi, Haryana, Punjab, Uttar Pradesh and Bihar. According to various estimates, there are at least 2.5 million Garhwali migrants living in Delhi and the National Capital Region.
A box arrived this morning
Its reason was unspoken
It was signed and sent with deadly seal
The box said "Do Not Open"
It stood there in the hallway
And arrested my attention
I paced the floor and pondered why
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
It was just the very thing I wasn't
Wishin' to be ownin'
A package sent to Waseley Hills
The box said "Do Not Open"
Seven lonely days went by
I wasn't really copin'
It soon consumed my every thought -
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
Frozen there in terror, I
Could hardly have been hopin'
Through an omen of my comin' doom,
The box said "Do Not Open"
An image of repulsion
I saw the premonition
It filled my frightened mind and still,
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
I couldn't stand the torture
And approached the thing in question
I ripped away the seal
The box, it lay there open
And there I was, a sorry man
All doubled up and chokin'
With bleedin' hands and withered nails,
The box, it lay there open
And it looks like