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🧿जा रांझन रांझन रांझन, तू भी क्या याद रखेगा , जा हीर ने तेनु छोड़ दिया, ऐसे ना जाओ पिया , ऐसे ना जाओ पिया , जुड़ी है राहे सारी तुझसे मेरी....🧿
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❛I don't want to get married.❜
I think I need to get this tattooed all over my skull, for my relatives to notice. And give me some peace from this word, marriage. I take some steps backward as I try to sneak my way out, from my mom's back as she gossiped with Seema aunty.
" Aree.. woh sharma ji ki toh dusri ladki ke bhi shaadi hogayi. Aur pehli wali ko toh baccha bhi hogaya. Hamari Sanya ka kya plan hai phir??? Iss saal toh shehnai baje gi phir." She said, laughing out loud.
( Aree.. that Sharma ji got his second daughter married as well. And the first one has a child already. What is our Sanya's plan then??? This year sanya's shehnai will get played huh.)
I noticed her kid, who seemed to be stealing some toffees from my cafe counter. I blocked his way from my counter as he tried to climb his way up. He started thrashing his legs up in air, in defense, I just closed the counter door, it was in half.
The door was half-closed, and his tiny hands were still clinging to the glass, his eyes fixed on the colorful toffees.
"Mommy!" he wailed.
Seema aunty rushed over, laughing. "Beta, kya kar rahe ho? Chocolates churane ki koshish kar rahe ho?" ( Beta, what are you doing? Trying to steal chocolates?)
I smiled wryly, handing her the toffees. "Take these, consider them a gift."
I signalled my friend, kriti, to help me, while she just went away with a sheepish smile on her face. I swear I'll rip that smile off once I meet her.
