Raj's Chachi :- Maa ji ! Maa ji!
Raj's Dadi :- Kya hua?
Raj's Chachi :- Ye phoolo ka kya karu? Aur kitna time hai abhi hamare pass?
Dadi :- Us phoolo ko main door pe laga do.. aur hamare pass 1 ghante hai. Hayee! Bhagwan pata nhi mera pota kesa dikhta hoga? Ab usse kya pasand hoga?
Chachi :- Hamara jigra ka tukara aa raha hai maa! aur ye mera beta hai handsome hi dikhega hamesha aur rhi baat pasand ki to 17 saal ke baad aa raha hai , hamara ladla to pasand to badal hi gyi hogi...
[ Author :- Raj jb 7 saal ka tha tb hi vo aboard padhne chala gya tha aur abhi 17 saal baad matlab 23 saal ka ho chuka hai]
Raj's mother :- Maa ye sb thoda jada nhi hai ? Apki tabiyat bhi kharab hai! Aap itna kaam mat kijiye jo bhi kaam hai mujhe bataiye..
Dadi :- Mera pota aa raha hai.. mai kaam nhi karungi to kon karega... aur ase bhi mai apne pote ka naam sun ke hi thik ho jaati hu..
1 ghante baad
Dadi :- Aree! Ye naash mitta driver gya ki nhi Mera pota... Mera billu.. kaha rha gya? Kaha hai mera billu??
(........) :- Mai aa gya... Meri sweetheart!
Dadi :- Ahh! Kon hai ??
Darwaza kholta hai
Dadi :- Billu.....! aa gya mera billu! mera sukoon!
Raj :- Dadi! Meri sweetheart! bohot miss kiya apko , apke bina ak ak din bitana kitna muskil tha apko pata bhi hai?? Aur yeee.... yeee.. billu... bolna jaruri hai pata nhi kese kese naam rakhti hai..
Dadi :- Ha mera billu acche se jaanti hu ki tu ne kese bitaya hai apna ak ak din . Soch maine bhi vese hi apna ak ak din bitaya hai... Aur tu kya bol rha hai ki billu kharab naam hai to kya bulau tujhe babuaa..? Ye accha hai 🤨?
Raj :- Kya dadii... 🤦🏻. Okay! Okay! jo bolna hai boliye lekin bs ye babuaa mat boliye . It is so weird..
Dadi :- Chal.. chal.. weird ke dada. Chal dekh chalke ki maine tere liye kya banaya hai..
Raj :- Thik hai... Thik hai... chal lunga bs billu nhi suna..!
Vo Ghar ke aandar aate hai..
{ In english ( For those who don't know Hindi) }
Raj's aunt :- "Mother-in-law! Mother-in-law!"
Raj’s Dadi (Grandmother): What happened?
Raj’s Chachi (Aunt): What should I do with these flowers? And how much time do we have left?
Dadi: Hang those flowers on the main door... and we have one hour. Ah, Goodness! I wonder what my grandson looks like now. What kind of things will he like?
Chachi: Our piece of heart is coming home, Maa! And he's my son, so he’s always going to look handsome! As for his likes and dislikes... he's coming back after 17 years, so our dear boy's choices must have definitely changed...
[Author's Note: When Raj was just 7 years old, he left to study abroad. Now, 17 years later, he is 23 years old.]
Raj’s Mother: Maa, isn't all this a bit too much? You aren't feeling well either! Please don't do so much work—whatever needs to be done, just tell me..
Dadi: My grandson is coming... if I don't work, who will? Besides, just hearing my grandson's name makes me feel completely fine!
(1 Hour Later)
Dadi: Hey! Has that wretched driver gone or not? Where is my grandson... My Billu.. Where is he stuck? Where is my Billu??
(Voice from outside): I'm here... my sweetheart!
Dadi: Ah! Who is it??
(The door opens)
Dadi: Billu.....! My Billu is here! My piece of peace!
Raj: Dadi! My sweetheart! I missed you so much! Do you have any idea how hard it was to spend every single day without you?? And this... this... was it really necessary to call me Billu? I don't know where you find these names..
Dadi: Yes, my Billu, I know very well how you spent every single day. Just imagine—I spent every single day the exact same way... And what are you saying, Billu is a bad name? Should I call you Babuaa instead? Is that better? 🤨
Raj: Oh come on, Dadi... 🤦🏻 Okay! Okay! Call me whatever you want, but please just don't call me Babuaa. It’s so weird..
Dadi: Yeah, yeah, Mr. 'Weird'! Come on, come inside and see what I’ve did for you..
Raj: Alright... alright... I'll come, as long as I don't have to hear Billu again!
(They step inside the house..)
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