bachpan mae i was like "pappo bacha",,, hr cheez sy drti thi,,, is liye mae to shrarten nhi krti the mujh sy ho jati the,,,
aik bar aesa hua k hmary ghr k sath khali jagah thi oar sb kehty thy wahan churailaen rehti haen,,
mjhy buht dr lagta tha us jagah sy,,, aik dafa raat ko mae mama ko tang kr rhi thi to mama ny bhai sy kaha jao isy us jagah phenk aao churailaen kha jaengi to phir sakoon ayega isy,,,
bhai ko hukam milny ki der thi,, wesy mama ki baat maanaen ya na maanen is bat per uth gy ftafat,,,
oar mujhy dewaar k ooper bitha diya,,, uffffffff mujhy laga doosri side pe andhery mae red red dress wali churailaen khri haen oar hns rhi haen,,, tab mae smjhti thi k churail hmesha red dress mae he hoti hy...
mae ny rona shuru kr dia,, phir mama ny mujhy utara wahan sy oar kaha touba kro ab tang nhi kro gi kisi ko b,,,
mae ny kaanoon ko hath lgaye tab,,, oar next day mujhy fever ho gya,,, poora aik week tak bemar rhi mae,,,
papa ny bht danta bhai ko b mama ko b,,, oar us k baad aaj tak ager koi mazak mae b draaye mujhy to phir bhai b us kio usi trah dant'ty haen jesy unhe khud dant pri thi,,,
isi lye to ab mae khul k shrarten krti hun,,,sari kasar nikalti hun ab,,