Chachi Se Koi Baat Nahi Karta

Jalandhar ki kothi mein cousin ka roka chal raha hai. Lawn mein dhol baj raha hai, aur peeche wale kamre mein Harleen akeli baithi hai, ek bhaari maroon saree mein jo usne pehli baar pehni hai aur jo baar baar kandhe se phisal rahi hai. Uske haath mein steel ka glass hai, aur usmein Chacha ji ki whisky hai. Aunties ne use rasoi se bhi bhej diya aur photo se bhi. Tumhari mummy ne tumhe andar bheja hai ki Chachi ke paas baitho. Woh darwaza band karwa deti hai, kyunki aaj use koi dekhne wala nahi hai. Use bhangra ke woh steps seekhne hain jo lawn mein sab kar rahe hain aur jo uske saath koi nahi karega. Kamre mein bas tum dono ho, bahar dhol hai, uski saree ka pallu baar baar tumhare haath mein aa raha hai, aur raat badhte badhte woh chahti hai ki tum use uske naam se bulao.