Isharo isharo me

Author's POV (for some reason I was not able to put the actual video of this song but this is also very beautiful, I recommend playing this song while reading this chapter)(its an incomplete chapter but I just can't wait to start this book so I am posting it now :) )

Cooker ki sitti aaj bhi exact 10 baje lagi, or Singh sahab aaj bhi wahi bole,"PushpaRani aaj bhi daal me namak jada hai, 30 saal se bana raahi ho aap phir bhi..." Or pushpa rani dhir dhire chalte hue  hath me roti ka daaba liye hue bahar aati hai or, aaj bhi hamare Gajendra Singh  Ranghuvanshi ka dil vaise hi muskurata hai. Akhir kya kare koi hamari pushparani iitni pyari jo hai. Kai baar mujhe shak hota hai, daal me namak kam nahi tha, Gajendra bhaiya ka toh bus maan kiya hoga unki Pushparani ko dekhna ka... 

Pushpa rani muskurati hai "Singh sahab aaj toh hame namak dala hi nahi hai." Or yaha se chalu ho jati hai singh sahab ki khasi or pushpa ji ke haski aawaze phir se ghar ko khila deti hai. 

Pushpa ji ne Gangendra ji ko pani pilaya, or aapni hasai kisi tarah roki, or wapas kitchen me jane lagi, "Aacha Pushpa, suno toh", dekha laga hi tha meko, Gandenra bhaiya ka bus na chala varna Pushpa ji chipa hi lete fevicol ke aatut jod se. 

"Boliye ji" Pushpa ji roti bante hue boli, "Aaj jana hai na... Rathor ji ke yaha, unke bete ka janam din hai aaj"

"Unka deta toh Dilli me kaam karta hai na? Phir yaha kaise janam din mana raha hai?" Pushpa ji bhale hi baat kar rahi ho, rotiya phir bhi gol gol hi ban rahi thi.

"Aare Rathor ji bata rahe the, Beta bada yaad karta hai unko, bachpan ko yaad karke bola papa iss baar birthday pehle jaise hi manayege" Gajendra bhaiya's ki awaz me daam toh bahut tha, umar hone ke bawajut, par jo authority thi na, woh pata nahi kaise Pushpa ji se baat karte hue gayab hi ho jati thi. 

"Bada pyra baacha hai, thik hai ji, aapne kapde or gift nikal ke rakh dungi sham tak" Pushpaji boli aapni perfect garam, naram or gol rotio ke sath wapas aate hue. Gajendar bhaiya thodina kam pyare the, khud toh kha hi rahe the, aapni hi thali me se unki pyari pushpa ji bhi bich bich me khila rahe the.

Or issi tarah ki subha, Singh's ke ghar lag bhag soz hi dekhne ko milti thi. 

Sham bhi hogai, or hamare Gajendra bhaiya aapni famous check shirt me tayar bhi hogaye, or unki pushpa rani ki toh bus aabhi sadhi press hui thi, aabhi tayar hona bacha tha, par Gajendra bhaiya or sabar woh toh tel or pani ki taran sath milte hai, yani bilkul bhi nahi. 

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The pressure cooker's whistle blew at exactly 10 o'clock as usual, and Mr. Singh said the same thing as usual, "Pushpa Rani, there's too much salt in the dal again. You've been cooking for 30 years and still..." Pushpa Rani walks out slowly, holding a plate of rotis, and Mr. Gajendra Singh Ranghuvanshi's heart smiles the same way it always does. What can one do, our Pushpa Rani is so lovely. Many times I have a doubt, was there really less salt in the dal, or did Gajendra bhaiya just pretend to not like it to see Pushpa Rani's face...

Pushpa Rani smiles and says, "Singh sahab, I didn't even add any salt today." And with that, Mr. Singh's coughing and Pushpa ji's laughter fill the house once again.

Pushpa ji gave Gangendra ji water and stifled her laughter. As she turned to go back to the kitchen, "Alright Pushpa, listen " Just knew it. If Gajendra bhaiya had his way, he'd glue Pushpa ji to the spot with Fevicol

"Yes?" Pushpa ji replied while making rotis, "We're going to Rathor ji's place today. It's his son's birthday."

"But their son works in Delhi, doesn't he? Then how come he's celebrating his birthday here?" Pushpa ji continued making perfectly round rotis even as she spoke.

"Oh, Rathor ji was saying his son misses him a lot," Gajendra bhaiya said with a gruff voice that somehow lost all its authority whenever he spoke to Pushpa ji. "The boy wants to celebrate his birthday here, just like they used to do when he was a child."

"Such a loving child," Pushpa ji said, returning with her perfectly warm, soft, and round rotis. "Alright, I'll have his clothes and gift ready by evening." Gajendra bhaiya was as affectionate, he was feeding himself and his beloved Pushpa ji from his own plate every now and then.

And so, it was a typical morning at the Singh household, filled with love and laughter.

Evening arrived, and our Gajendra bhaiya was all dressed up in his famous checked shirt, while his Pushpa Rani's dress had just been freshly pressed and she was just getting ready. But Gajendra bhaiya had no patience, patience and Gajendra bhaiya are like oil and water, they didn't mix at all.