And the pot ( pateela ) was stolen

 There was a big family. The room that came to my part endured fifteen years of loneliness.

Youth spent most of the time out of the country and if at home in the city.

The longest period of my love in this room was ...

Which, of course, made the video an overnight sensation.

Still I was married ...

Hugging and crying on long winter nights would have lessened the pain, but the idea of ​​taking a cold bath would make you cry again.

The sect Begum belonged to considered love so filthy that the most suitable place for her could be the bathroom.

To them, delay in bathing is a sin. Angels do not come until the place is completely cleared.

At first I objected that the angels were the Punjab police. But when Clinton was caught, I was convinced.

The problem was that there was only one bathroom in our house, which was always busy like a lorry depot. Bathing was a distant thing, you couldn't even sit there for five minutes and think.

So come up with ideas, and to see them flush it out, it's really fun.

The bathroom was the only secret to the thriller and romance stories of thirty people.

They knew each other's situation.

And kept embarrassing Gul from time to time.

In the third month of marriage, Begum began to say

"What a bad thing. All kinds of noises come from the next room."

I remained silent. In the fourth month, she also became silent. Thus, a year and a half passed.

A small stove was added to the room to protect the first child from the cold.

Need is the mother of invention. I stole her mother's dowry and hid it under the bed.

During the day he would pour a jug of water into it and at night he would bathe in a mug of hot water.

Nalka is watching all this quietly ...

The theft of the pot could not be hidden from the mother.

At half past one in the night, the culprit, Patel, was caught with hot water.

Mother laughed out loud

"Father, you will carry the pot all your life now."

The children grew from one to four.

But the house became empty. The elder and younger brothers built separate houses. The size of their bathrooms was in accordance with the Shariah requirements.

There were separate taps for hot and cold water.

Even the Muslims seemed to take a shower and sometimes they did not even like to take a bath.

I couldn't install a geyser due to my artistic laziness. The house changed. The fate of the pot didn't change.

The children grew up. In winter, Patila stayed on the stove all day. Her night shift was almost over.

Begum Omar had become liberal as well. The angels who used to stand on the edge of the bed and give curses also left their duties.

After breaking my arm, the doctor forbade me to lift any kind of weight, so how could I lift the cauldron ...?

Patel was now found in the corners of the caves.

When he came home last evening, his wife cried

"The pot was stolen"

"So what's the point of crying in it?" I reassured her

"He was not thin, Saleem!"

It was a sign of my mother-in-law. She and I had a beautiful memory of her. My mother used to say that my father, who never drank tea and picked up a cup, used to carry a cauldron in the middle of the night.