We can go on and on about praising this but do you know there is a heart-touching local lore related to kaafal? If no, then stay tuned. 

“Once upon a time in a remote village of Uttarakhand lived a poor lady along with her small daughter. They had nobody to call their own and somehow survived by farming on their small share of land.”

Since they had no other source of livelihood, they used to wait for the summers to arrive as the kaafals or bayberries would be laden on the forest trees and it was a golden opportunity to make some money. On one such summery day, the poor lady went to the forest for plucking bucketful of ripe kaafals to sell in the evening market. On returning home, she told her little daughter to look after them as she had to collect fodder for the animals.

She also promised to give her plenty of them on returning home. The little girl listened to her mother’s advice and looked after them. The sight of the ripe fruits tempted her jaded palates to taste some, but she somehow managed to calm down her spirits. When a few hours later her mother arrived, she became pot boiled to see that two-third of the kaafals have vanished, while her daughter was sleeping next to it.

On arranging the events, she came to the conclusion that her daughter had eaten all the fruits while she was collecting fodder for the animals. In a f linch of sight, she threw the bundle of grass on the floor and in the anguish of having her instructions disobeyed, she gave a powerful punch on her daughter’s back. After few minutes when the poor lady didn’t notice any movement in her daughter’s body, she realized that her ferocious punch had made her go from sleeping to the state of coma. She tried everything to bring her daughter back to consciousness, but it all went in vain as the little girl had already died. On realizing that she has lost her only daughter, the tears roll down her face like the broken pieces of a chandelier and she grieved until evening.