Folks, this is a situation to keep us going through the weekend. I mean no offence to anyone and the conversaton is just to have fun. There is no malice or intention to ridicule.
Song in the background (Humse kya bhool huyi, jo yeh sazaa hum ko mili)
DM seated in his bedroom twirling his moustache, deep in thought. Santu comes in with "chai".
Santu: Malik, chai pee lijiye. She sits down on the chair opposite.
DM: Eh Santudi, chai saras che. Suno, woh suraj........
Santu: (Butts into the conversation) Aap chinta mat kijiye malik. I have told Champakali. Suraj roz ab hamare kamare mein hi soyega. Woh malik, roz rose petals bhi daal dainge nah! Acchi neend aati hai.
DM: (drops his tea cup; the horizontal furrows on his forehead deepen- Lord Shiva in pre-tandav stance) Woh... Chai thandi hai. (desperately looks for support towards Subhi's portrait).
Santu: Malik...... Woh mein keh rahi thi....
DM: Shu? Aagad bol neh!
Santu: Woh Hiten bhai and Toral nah, honymun mein hazaron saal purane murde dekhne jaa rahein hain, Egypt mein. Malik, aap ne kyon Hiten bhai se pehle poocha nahin? Hum Subhadra malkin ko bhi ek peti mein isi kamre mein rakh sakte nah?
DM: Arre chinta na kar. Hum to pavagadh jayenge. Wahan Khodiyal maa ka mandir aur bahut sare machchar honge.
Santu: Haan malik. Birwa ne mujhe nayi "masine" di hai. Woh bhi le jayenge. Nahin toh aap to machchar maarte rahenge and mujhe bhi. Mujhe phir paani lene jana padega.
DM: (clears his throat and thinks) Whats up? I have never had issues with pataoing chokri before.
Santu clears the tea cups and sings on her way out --"dil kya cheez hai janam apni "jaan tere naam" karte hain"