"Bhaiya,give me 8,aa jayega"
"Aare nahi bhabhi ji itna nahi parwarta"
"Abhi bhabhi ji bola hai na ,toh de do"
Bhavani started putting the guavas in a basket that the shopkeeper provided
[-Bhaiya,give me 8,it will not be a problem
- No bhabhi, there's isn't so much of profit
- Now as you've addressed me as 'bhabhi' , please give it to me]
"Aare Bhavani,Ki haal hai puttar? Bohot dinon baad dikhi tu.Amrood le rahi hai ?" A lady greeted her
[ Bhavani,how are you child ?
I'm seeing you after a long time.Purchasing guavas?]
"Bhalla aunty! Sat Stri Akal " Bhavani responded with folded hands "I'm alright,how are you?"
and turned towards the shopkeeper "Bhaiya 500 gm parwal dedena achche hone chahiye han lekin"
[Bhaiya give me 500 gm of these pointed gourds]
"Sat Sri Akal Mai waadiya beta.You're hardly seen now a days .Did you forget your Bhalla Aunty,hmm ?"
"No not at all,how can I forget you and your sweet lassi? It's just that my embroidery work is keeping me busy these days,and then after doing all the household chores I hardly get any time"
"It happens, ekbar vyah ho gaya aur bachche agaye toh we don't even get time for ourselves.After Bunty and Jassi came even I didn't have the time to breathe,As they're settled now, abhi fursat hi fursat hai"
[ It happens.Once we're married and have kids,we don't get any time for ourselves.After Bunty and Jassi came even I didn't have the time to breathe,As they're settled now, I'm free]
"Han Jass is married too na! He was in class 12 when we met him for the first time.Waise,I usually take out time for everything,but this order has got me drained out"
"Bhaiya take this" she handed over the money to the shopkeeper
"Mujhe ye 4 nimbu de dena puttar" the lady picked up the lemons "Bhavani ruk han,nake tak saath chalenge"
[ Give me 4 lemons
Bhavani please wait,okay ? We can walk together till that street corner]
"Han,sure aunty "
"Waise how come you're here now?"
"Woh toh I came to drop Vedant in his school "
"Oh Ved bachcha ?! Oo bada sohna putt aa mera" she said with sheer adoration in her eyes
"Ab parso ki hi baat le le,the kids were playing and I don't know who kicked the ball but it landed in my backyard,Mera pyaara gulaab ka paudhe! Hayee what should I say ? Poora tittar bittar ho gaya unchai se girke"
[ Oh Vedant ? He's my dear child !
It was just the day before yesterday when the kids were playing and I don't know who kicked the ball but it landed in my backyard,my rose pot was totally shattered ]
"Oh no ! I'm so sorry on behalf of kids han Bhalla Aunty " Bhavani sounded apologetic
"You leave all that and listen further.Ab wo toh toot gaya,then the children came there to take the ball.Though I got angry a little bit lekin tu hi bata,can anybody stay annoyed for a long time after looking at their innocence that too when they were apologising?"
Bhavani smiled in agreement
"Maine kahan chalo koi na bachcho hota hai lekin tera munda kehne laga 'No Bhalla Dadi if we've destroyed it then we'll clean it too'. I told him so many times ki its okay, I'll just change the pot and take care of it but nahi he didn't listen a word of mine, ulta he even convinced his friends"
"Is it ?"
"Han nahi toh ! Sabko daant Raha tha ki you all have to do it .Ekdum aise apne chote chote haathon ko kamar pe rakhke" she mimicked his actions while laughing
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Behind the rigidity
General FictionOne which revolves around a typical middle class family from the late 80s, consisting of a rebellious young boy and his parents
