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The Story of Child

The Story of Child

By Shambhu SardarPublished 3 years ago 5 min read

Bhabhi died three months after getting married in our house.

Then I was not eight key.

I did not get a sister in the house. Baba has ever been a patient from that time. Suddenly, how suddenly the surroundings wanted to become random. Everyone said, this time their family will break. After my death, he returned to become a new mother. Gaya's decoration, bahari nail polish, bangles, tip throws everything in his own hand, he took the key of the almari, the bone of the kitchen, the care of the father, the medicine, making my reading, the bath, the sleeping, the sleep, all, all,. Everything. I did not understand what my grief was. Of course, at first it seemed a little bad. With the smell of my cow, no one else can come to the world! But many people can come with love. We do not say that he looks like a boy!

Bhabhi was more than that. How long have I broken it in the house by mischief. Brother was angry for this, but Bhabhi was not angry at all. Instead of explaining to the brother, 'how much I have done so in a short time. Little people Tell me what he still understands?

Brother used to say, 'You are taking the brain on your head.'

Bhabhi used to laugh. He used to say, 'Look, the monkey will one day be much bigger.'

Dad used to call Bhabhi a little later. Once for drugs, once the head is hot, pour a little water, how much more for a little sorbet! I never saw him get upset. But there was a sorrow in the mind of the prophet. Of course he never expressed this sadness. People used to say, 'Eat, you do not mind that your child is not upset?'

Bhabhi was surprised to say, 'Who says I have no children? Nayan is not my child?'

Neighbors used to say, 'These are not just the words of the mouth.

Bhabhi would then be silent. Then he came home and sat down to read me that day and said to cut my head and say, 'No, what did you say to me?'

I used to think about it, 'Brother.'

The future would then black the face black. He used to say, 'Never say brother. You are my child. '

I would say yes to the right.

The father died for a long time after suffering from disease. I then studied in Class Seven. Bhabi also got a lot old in this house. By this time, the mother of the honest mother had a smell in her body. From the appearance, Bau Bou Ruf has completely mixed. This is the time for the bride -to -be. There is no father. I'm small How did the brother become on this opportunity. Nowadays he cannot tolerate Bhabhi at all. He keeps away from the bark. Do not go to bed in one bed. Bhabhi actually said, 'You will not come to me.

Bhabhi used to say like helpless, 'Tell me where to go. Who else is me without you? '

'Exempt of Bhanita. Going away. I have no place for you. '

Bhabhi used to say, 'After the marriage of Maya Mainas, the address is the only one. Her husband's house. I will not go anywhere in this house. '

Brother used to say in anger, 'Go, go. I'll go once. Bringing things to go. '

Bhavi thought brother understood that that day. But a few days later it was not like that. The brother has married a girl honestly. The wife brings home. This time it started in the house. Those who were disappointed to see the breaking of the family of our house, before they now broke a little barrier to see the new scene.

The new future is not as a smiling man as ordinary girls. He is always quiet. Whatever he talks about at home with the brother. He became like a furniture in the house. No one ever talks to him, no one ever think of his needs. Talking to the brother, he has to be humiliated. How many times I have to eat. With no reason, the brother can raise his hand on the image. Husband rights Husband's right was just in the case of her. Not in the meantime. Neighbors used to say, 'Call the arbitration, the wife. He is not married to you, and he needs a severe punishment. "

But the future did not. He said, "Forcibly, love is not achieved. If people will not be forcibly, I will not be forced to keep me away. I will go away one day. '

'

Suddenly one day the news of joy came home. There will be children of a new image. Brother is happy with it! Bhabhi is also happy. The child will come to the house. He cooked good food for various positions and fed them in his own hands. But it is more time for them to feed these with joy. The new future brother said in his ear, "Khaya Bhabhi or prayed for their evil." After hearing seven or five, the brother raised his hand on the image. He made it clear that night, 'I will divorce you.'

Bhabhi cried and grabbed the brother's foot. He said, 'Believe me, I pray for good.'

The brother did not believe it. At night, one divorce, two divorces, three divorces ended all his relationship with the image.

'

That night I was sleeping. He woke up and kissed my forehead, then crying wet throat and said, 'No, my all finished! I never thought you had to leave you like this!

Bhabhi could not finish the words. After the tears, he stopped crying and said, 'Now I have nothing to do with your brother. Can you not call me mother once now? '

How my eyes are suddenly shaking. How the cry is breaking down. After a long time I felt about my mother. It seemed clear that my mother was teaching me my mother. Says, 'Khoka, tell me, mother.'

I used to pronounce, 'Mom ma mma.'

Like that day, I re -pronounced the broken words, 'Mama Mama.'

'

Bhabhi left us. Brother and new sister -in -law began to live like them. Only my life was turned upside down. After so long my father's death, I felt that I had become an orphan after a long time. It seemed that I had no one in this house anymore. I wait just to grow up. I believe I will grow up one day. On that day I will find my future somewhere. I'll bring him back to my room. That day, however, he will no longer be introduced to Deborah. That day, no more broken words, I will call him clearly called 'mother mother mother'.

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