Hay kaisa hai mera munnaa…birth day boy…she was in same jestfull mood.
I kept the speaker phone on. I had lifted his salwar and was trying to tie thenara
Arre bolo naa…I coaxed him and told mom…
“are unki amma nenara
“To phir meri samdaan ko dosh do na …mere bichare muune ko kyon dosh deti ho”, she came in stout defence of his damad. And continued…
“aur bichari samdahn ko kyon…are vo ek baar nada khol deti thin to usake yaar bandhne hi nahi dete the nahi bishavas to us chinar ke poot se pooch lo…kyoin hai naa…arre bol na jab nada khula tha to toone kabhi us bulbul ke khoole laal munh ka darsan kiya thaa…”
I could not stop giglling and teased him…
“Hey mummy kuch pooch rahi hain batao naa…are isamame sharmane ki kya baat hai tumhari matribhoomi ke hi bare main pooch rahi hain…kyon tumko apni matribhoomi se pyaar nahi hai kya…aur vasie bhi aaj teri birthday hai to jahan se…”
Mom joined me in berating him
“.aur kya sahi to kah rahi hai meri beti....meri samdhan pe kitanon ne chadhai ki hogi....phir kisi ki safal chudai ke 9 mahine baad uski choot se...to phir aaj to us jagah ko yaad karane ka din hai hi....jisamne kisi kalund gaya
.now mom was in full swing....
He was blushing hard ...but was enjoying every word.
“Are kya laundiya ki tarh sharma rahe ho....mummy ki batton ka javab do na...sab sahi to kah rahi hain..”..I taunted.
“Arre iske gahr ki koi laundiya uarten to koi sharmati nahin....hindustanPakistan
Now his silence was ....i stared at him and he responded hurriedly.
“Mummy acha hai....”
“Colour matching hain na..”.she aksed.
“Han ekdam” and he un consciously adjusted it over his peaks, answering.
Mom started explaining him ki dupatta kaise odha jata hai...how to show of luscious teats....and kase ada se gira ke adjust karana chahiye....
I goaded mom....mummy arre aaj apaki smadahn ne bacca jana ha koi sohar vohar and mom never required second prodding.....Are jaccha ka chotad nagada se....
One after another....are kahan se aya jira....are kisnai chodi jacha....munne ke mamma ne... and then pure gallis...Samdahn meri ari ammma teri gadah chodi ghoda chodi…
Ek jaye aaage dosar pichvade…
Teri amma chinar teri bahan chinar…Jo tel lagaye vo bhi chinar
Jo doodh pilaye vo bhi chinar
Keu hans ke lela kheu kas ke lellaa
Kehu dhaiya dhai Jobana baikayane lelaa
She aksed him to sing together and with some persuasion and force he too was singing...Chatank chandi main samdhan chudaai....
Mummy aaap kah rahi thin saasu ji inake maama se....ye inake maaam ke jane...
Aur kya unhone khhod mujase kaboola tha...jab vo baarat main aayi thin...are isaki shakal dekho na.....kya naam hai iski us mameri bahan ka....
Guddi I reminded her....
I kept the speaker phone on. I had lifted his salwar and was trying to tie the
Arre bolo naa…I coaxed him and told mom…
“are unki amma ne
“To phir meri samdaan ko dosh do na …mere bichare muune ko kyon dosh deti ho”, she came in stout defence of his damad. And continued…
“aur bichari samdahn ko kyon…are vo ek baar nada khol deti thin to usake yaar bandhne hi nahi dete the nahi bishavas to us chinar ke poot se pooch lo…kyoin hai naa…arre bol na jab nada khula tha to toone kabhi us bulbul ke khoole laal munh ka darsan kiya thaa…”
I could not stop giglling and teased him…
“Hey mummy kuch pooch rahi hain batao naa…are isamame sharmane ki kya baat hai tumhari matribhoomi ke hi bare main pooch rahi hain…kyon tumko apni matribhoomi se pyaar nahi hai kya…aur vasie bhi aaj teri birthday hai to jahan se…”
Mom joined me in berating him
“.aur kya sahi to kah rahi hai meri beti....meri samdhan pe kitanon ne chadhai ki hogi....phir kisi ki safal chudai ke 9 mahine baad uski choot se...to phir aaj to us jagah ko yaad karane ka din hai hi....jisamne kisi ka
.now mom was in full swing....
He was blushing hard ...but was enjoying every word.
“Are kya laundiya ki tarh sharma rahe ho....mummy ki batton ka javab do na...sab sahi to kah rahi hain..”..I taunted.
“Arre iske gahr ki koi laundiya uarten to koi sharmati nahin....hindustan
Now his silence was ....i stared at him and he responded hurriedly.
“Mummy acha hai....”
“Colour matching hain na..”.she aksed.
“Han ekdam” and he un consciously adjusted it over his peaks, answering.
Mom started explaining him ki dupatta kaise odha jata hai...how to show of luscious teats....and kase ada se gira ke adjust karana chahiye....
I goaded mom....mummy arre aaj apaki smadahn ne bacca jana ha koi sohar vohar and mom never required second prodding.....Are jaccha ka chotad nagada se....
One after another....are kahan se aya jira....are kisnai chodi jacha....munne ke mamma ne... and then pure gallis...Samdahn meri ari ammma teri gadah chodi ghoda chodi…
Ek jaye aaage dosar pichvade…
Teri amma chinar teri bahan chinar…Jo tel lagaye vo bhi chinar
Jo doodh pilaye vo bhi chinar
Keu hans ke lela kheu kas ke lellaa
Kehu dhaiya dhai Jobana baikayane lelaa
She aksed him to sing together and with some persuasion and force he too was singing...Chatank chandi main samdhan chudaai....
Mummy aaap kah rahi thin saasu ji inake maama se....ye inake maaam ke jane...
Aur kya unhone khhod mujase kaboola tha...jab vo baarat main aayi thin...are isaki shakal dekho na.....kya naam hai iski us mameri bahan ka....
Guddi I reminded her....
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