As soon as he went to the first burki (nawala) tidh (stomach), the tormented intestines of dignity sent thanks through their eyes.
I secretly stopped my hand and kept Waqar in my words ...
He ate the whole pratha ... And fur often started to happen
... I would mix dignity with food under some pretext ...
My pratha became a close friend with the hunger for dignity
... And with my dignity ...
Whose friend was more mature ...?
As soon as I came home from school, I would feel hungry ...
One day my mother asked ... Son, if I make pratha with you, he will eat it or not ...
Why are you so hungry ...?
My hands and feet become swollen, and as soon as I come, I feel hungry.
Like being
hungry for centuries ...
Where was I going to tell you something sir ...
But the mother breathed her last ...
When she heard the whole story, she was shocked and said ... I will make two parathas from tomorrow ...
I said, "If Aman Pratha is given, the illusion of dignity will be shattered." I just come home and eat ...
From that day onwards, my mother increased the price of pratha
and also the amount of butter.
She said that she is also the father of a mother like me ...
Mamta is not scattered.
What if the mothers are separated ...?
I thought ... Fake, who was studying in the fifth grade,
knew how to keep confusion.
The illusion of caste ... Once the illusion is broken, the servant is also broken ... He spends his whole life collecting his own debris.
And the servant never connects again ... Fakey used to be confused from the
fifth grade onwards.
He could not read beyond that ... And I, who was Sahib Ji
for Fake, was an educated, highly educated ... No school taught me to be
confused ...
Sahib ji then started going to Waqar's house with excuses.
"Look, Nooran has made greens, taste it and tell me how it is made"
Waqar's mother didn't even know and one of her dings would tip ...
Sahib Ji was very fond of reading Waqar.
Then Aman told Mama to put Aunty Nooran to work in someone's house in the city. Salary, dignity, education and two-time bread were fixed ...
I stayed in touch with Aunty Nooran till my mother's life. Aunty also passed away a few months after Aman's departure.
After that the connection was cut off ...
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