Youkla's Red Letter Day

We wish you~

S : bar bar din yeh aye~ bar bar din yeh gaye~ tum jiyo hazaro saal meri yeh arzoo~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday dear youkie happy birthday to you~

D : oh. My. God. You sing so good... Since when?

S : you see. I was born with this talent and the talent comes from my ancient family. I had this grandpa who once came over to a meeting with kishore kumar and sang for him—

D : *goes around the room and gets out a record player . Holds it in the hands and inspects it*

S :  —He liked grandpa's song so much that he made grandpa a singer then my dad and some other people were grandpa's students who took lessons from him and later it was passed on to me and my cousins. Ykn I'm so talented that I didn't have to take any classes as such *flips non existing hair*

D : *looks at the record player* yeah can be seen.... So what was your grandpa's age when he met kishore kumar? *looks at you*

S : Uh....... Crap........

D : *stiffles laugh* n e ways. Youkla we continue with your wishes.

The first one is from your none other than—

S : *blocks your mouth from saying it* let him read!!

D : *looks at you and blinks* oh shit. Yeah. read it mate ;)

D : cringe X infinity. But yet cute （＾ω＾）

S : I agree.

D : Ahh *whines*

S : what happened??

D : nth. Power whine.

S : -_-  why am I even with her?

D : because you love me. Now *claps* the next one is~~~~~ *shuffles the letters and puts up one*

S : hey that— *covers your mouth*