ammi : dekh to kya chitka hai. sungh ke bata.
rahil ko woh pata tha shayad,
ki waha kya chitka hai.
par .. woh niche jhuka,
aur .. kuch sunghne ki koshish karne laga.
rahil (kaafi dheere se ) bola : ammi, pata nahi kya hai yeh.
usko shayad pata tha yeh kya hai.
par .. usne kuch nahi bola.
ammi : thik hai, jara chat ke dekh to .. koi chasni to nahi hai ?
rahil : ji ? (rahil thoda chonk gaya)
ammi : arey, koi chasni ya cream hoga to chintiya upar aa jaayegi aur muje kaat khayegi.
rahil : thik hai, mein chatata hu.
rahil phir se jhuka aur woh jo bhi sukh gaya tha,
woh cheez ko chatne laga.
rahil : ammi, yeh chasni lagati hai.
ammi : thik hai, chat le .. mein is chaddar ko bhi washing machine me daal deti hu.
rahil ne woh sab khured khured kar chat liya.
ammi : lagata hai ki yeh meri chasni hai.
rahil : kya ?
ammi : woh kal gulab jaamun laaye the, to mere bowl me se giri hogi.
rahil : ho sakta hai.
ammi : woh kya hai ki woh gol gol kaale gulab jaamun muh me le ke chusne me muje maja aata hai.
ammi : tumhare paas hai ? gol gol kaale mote gulab jaamun. woh gotiyon muje chusni hai.
rahil : kya ? kaunsi gotiya ?
ammi : arey, woh gulab jaamun ki gotiya.