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PART 1

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Manohar Shah placed the newspaper on tea table after reading it. And folded his spectacles and placed them carefully in the case. He glanced at clock showing 9:15

Arrey savita chai ki patti Assam se lane gayi ho kya . jo itni der lag rahi hai.

Enter Mrs savita manohar Shah in full fledged desi avatar with heavy saree and jewellery . She looked as if she had just walked out of a daily soap or ready to go to a wedding. And she ,with a bit force, placed the tea cup on the table.

Itni hi jaldi chai chahiye toh ramu se banwa lete

Agar main tumhare haaton ki chai peena chod dunga toh tum apni khubhakaran ki neend se 12 baje se pehle nahi uthogi.

Jab dekho mere ...

Before she could complete her sentence and get into a morning quarrel with her husband they were interrupted with a loud thump of pop music.

Ho gayi inki subah ki shuruwat . logo ke yaaha subhe subhe bhajan sune jaate hai aur humare yaaha yeh firangi shor. Main kaha tha savita beti ko videsh mat bhejo. Par meri kaun sunta hai.

Dekho meri mouni ke bhare mein kuch mat kehna ekto itne waqt ke baad who ghar aayi hai aur tum uske peche pade rehte ho.

The mantra of Mrs Savita "meri bacchi sabse acchi"

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She was bouncing on the bed amidst the roar of music , clad only in lemon yellow towel around her petite body and same color towel wound over her head to soak the moisture from her hair.

Then landing herself in front of the dressing mirror still grooving to the beats, she got rid of the towel encasing her head, and twirled her head side by side making the mirror go smoggy with the water droplets. With a swift movement of her palm she wiped clean the mirror. Picking up blow dryer, she worked it through the damp mass of her hair. Her body still bouncing off the ground in attempt to do the dance moves and enjoying the music,occasionally singing the lyrics; pretending the brow dryer to be the mike. But her singing act lasted few seconds coz the force of air from the blow dryer made her cough.

After taking care off hair, she opened her cupboard ,chose a black dress and slid the garment over head and tucking out her arms from the thin straps. She checked herself in mirror and brushed her loose hair and accessorized herself with a black necklace. She grabbed her blackberry, and was off to the door. But her path was block by Kamla carrying a broom to clean the room.

Mouni smiled at her and waved her goodbye and side passed kamla. But mouni had to turn back as kamla called her out.

M "kya hai kamla"

K "bebeji aap kaha jaa rahi"

M "college. Aaj se shuru ho raha hai . tumhe toh pata hai"

K "par kapde(clothes) toh peheniye ,aise nightie mein aap college jayengi"

Kamla said scanning her from head to toe.

Mouni gave her a frustrated cry and said "nightie! Ye Paris fashion week ka dress tumhe nightie lag raha"

"main bhi kisse samjha rahi hoon" and she went downstairs.

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