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Dadi was dancing again. "Ladki ki jaaegi baraat, rangeeli hogi raat, magan mein naachungiii." Menka thought it was grotesque, but clapped gleefully anyway. Better keep the old mad cow happy, or who knows, she'd send her, Menka, off next. Anujji was unlikely to protest too much.
Dadi pirouetted arthritically, fell on her well-padded backside, and winced at the indignity. She arose and sat down royally on the swing. "Yuvraj!" she called out.
"Ji, dadi?" said her once-favourite grandson, appearing looking dishevelled and sick. She looked at him distastefully. What on earth was his problem?
Yuvraj had a foot-long beard, was wearing stained jeans, and his T-shirt was torn. He had developed an unsightly paunch from eating samosas and kachoris, kala jamuns and litti-chokha. He was a disgrace. After all she had done for him!
"Useless, go and shave, get a haircut, have a bath and change your clothes."
"Most of my clothes don't fit, dadi," he said listlessly.
Dadi tried to wrinkle her nose, then gave up. "Uss ladki aur Rohan ki shaadi hai aaj. Tell that boy to get you new clothes, clean yourself up. We're all going." I must make sure she's definitely out of our lives, she thought to herself.
Yuvraj went to his room and threw himself across his bed, sobbing. "Oh Suhani, how could you! I hate you. I love you. You're marrying someone else, and my life is over. It's going to be either heartbreak or high cholesterol that kills me, and either is your fault. Why did I think eating your favourite foods would bring you back?" An idea came to him and he sat up in shock at it's unprecedented novelty. "Oh damn, maybe I should've gone to her and said sorry instead of eating myself to death." He clutched his heart and fell over.
Some miles away, a sombre Suhani stopped suddenly and tripped, her bangles hitting the wall and shattering into shards. "Yuvraj," she whispered. "Naaahhhiii!"
Dadi pirouetted arthritically, fell on her well-padded backside, and winced at the indignity. She arose and sat down royally on the swing. "Yuvraj!" she called out.
"Ji, dadi?" said her once-favourite grandson, appearing looking dishevelled and sick. She looked at him distastefully. What on earth was his problem?
Yuvraj had a foot-long beard, was wearing stained jeans, and his T-shirt was torn. He had developed an unsightly paunch from eating samosas and kachoris, kala jamuns and litti-chokha. He was a disgrace. After all she had done for him!
"Useless, go and shave, get a haircut, have a bath and change your clothes."
"Most of my clothes don't fit, dadi," he said listlessly.
Dadi tried to wrinkle her nose, then gave up. "Uss ladki aur Rohan ki shaadi hai aaj. Tell that boy to get you new clothes, clean yourself up. We're all going." I must make sure she's definitely out of our lives, she thought to herself.
Yuvraj went to his room and threw himself across his bed, sobbing. "Oh Suhani, how could you! I hate you. I love you. You're marrying someone else, and my life is over. It's going to be either heartbreak or high cholesterol that kills me, and either is your fault. Why did I think eating your favourite foods would bring you back?" An idea came to him and he sat up in shock at it's unprecedented novelty. "Oh damn, maybe I should've gone to her and said sorry instead of eating myself to death." He clutched his heart and fell over.
Some miles away, a sombre Suhani stopped suddenly and tripped, her bangles hitting the wall and shattering into shards. "Yuvraj," she whispered. "Naaahhhiii!"
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