MY CRY BABY - Part 12

Part Twelve




With my daughter, went away all the happiness existed in this world. The empty house haunted me dragging me into depression. I was a lonely soul.
I was becoming insane and filled with fury. I broke my second phone shouting at my colleague. My performance dropped at the office and I felt it was better to resign. That day, I clutched my wife’s picture and burst out crying. Gradually I found solace in alcohol. 


I had no reason to live, deep down, I knew I had my sister but I didn’t want to drown her in my darkness. I was not in a position to make everything right, as she would say most of the time. She would be terribly sad to see me in this position.


The only light in the dark tunnel was the arrival of my daughter a year later. She was worried but couldn’t get leave as it was a new job. But when I didn’t answer her calls for a month, she finally resigned and came to see me. She was extremely angry for finding me in that state but she was torn when I slept off in her lap. 


For a few days, she shifted back to my place and made me join a rehab centre. I didn’t want to go but she was adamant. She used to come whenever it was permitted and slowly I found my sanity back after 6months. It was worth it after seeing my daughter’s happy face.


She requested me to get a mobile but I was comfortable with a landline phone. She told me that she had to take my leave. I promised her that I would not revert back to my alcoholic days and go without having any fear. She told her that her husband got a research opportunity in Europe and she was hesitant to leave me behind in the US. I assured her that I would join her whenever she wanted.


My life was getting back to normal. I kept myself busy, took various volunteering opportunities and concentrated more on my health. I intentionally kept myself so occupied that there was no room even for my thoughts. I didn’t want to be a worry to my daughter.


I met my office colleague when I was grocery shopping. He was the one who took my position when I resigned. We exchanged pleasantries and went on our way but a few minutes later he came rushing back to me and said that I got a few personal emails even after my resignation.


My heart stopped for a second. I remembered that she must have had only my office email id after I broke my phone. 


I pleaded my colleague if I could have those emails. I didn’t know her whereabouts for past 2years. I was ashamed. 


He took me to his home and managed to give her emails in a pen drive. I thanked all the million Gods then. I expressed my immense gratitude and told that he was a big savior.


I was anxious to get back home. I remembered all the moments we spent in a quick flashback and how I failed her. She has been my strength whenever I needed her. She has been my everything, a big hope, and my only well-wisher when I lost everyone.


I hurried with the locks and switched my laptop on. I connected the pen drive and finally found the mails folder. The last one has dated six months ago.
She shared pictures of her family. [her children grew so big]
…
She asked about my health and scolded me for answering calls and emails. [I felt sorry and wanted to apologize intensely]
…
…
She requested me to pick up my phone, telling me that it's not the same talking to my daughter. She wanted to listen to my voice. [I realized that tears were running down my eyes]
…
Few emails included birthday wishes, wedding anniversary wishes, festival wishes etc. [I was still in her thoughts]
…
She sent a mail on my daughter’s first wedding anniversary. [I remembered that I didn’t even wish her then]
…
Her last email said about this terrible nightmare she had and the terrible condition I was in. She tried to call me but failed, she scolded me to her heart content and gave me the warning to call as soon as possible. [I clutched my head and burst into tears. I knew how sensitive she was about these things.]


For a few moments, I couldn’t do anything but cry. But then I had to see her immediately. I wasted no time and took the next flight available to India.


I called my daughter on the way to the airport and asked about her conversation with my sister. She started telling me from the beginning but I specifically asked her about her last call. She couldn’t remember. I informed her my plans and she told me to be careful, wishing me a very happy journey. I could sense in her voice that she was extremely happy that I am about to take this step.


It was raining heavily and sitting in the airport, waiting for my flight, all I could think was her. My Cry Baby. Things are going completely wrong now and she was the only one I have always hung on ever since I can remember. I really hope she would forgive me soon and fix me up. 


After a long and tedious journey, I finally reached my sister’s place. My nephew opened the door and was shocked to see me. I immediately enquired about di. He took a deep breath and held my hand taking me inside the home. My heart was pounding in my ears the whole time and it stopped when he took me in front of the puja mandir. I looked at him with a terror-stricken face as he pointed out a picture on the adjacent wall.


Di and Jiju were no more.





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I don’t know how time passed, 17 years to be precise. Only dark phase I remember was the loss of my parents in a car accident, a few years back. The people whom I took for granted left me alone in this world. It was a difficult phase which brought me closer to my daughter. 


Back in India for the funeral proceedings, my sister took care of everything. No words were exchanged when we saw each other. She ran and just hugged me tightly and I just couldn’t stop myself anymore. Her presence itself was soothing. That day, the lost the only link I had to my ancestral home.


And now all I could remember was the time spent with my daughter. We both opening up to each other, teaching each other a lot of things and becoming friends was the best part. I wouldn’t say best friends but she was open to talking about most of the things.
I used to get terrified whenever there was the mention of mother-daughter dance, graduation night and prom night. Prom night was by far the scariest part for me. But when a boy her age came and asked my permission to take her to prom, I had a talk with him. I hoped it scared him to the core. Everything went well that day and my angel was happy. I was relieved.


When the same boy came years later and asked my daughter’s hand in marriage, I was shocked. They both turned out to be middle-school sweethearts still I never knew. I immediately disagreed. They were children and still studying. But that boy pleaded that he was about to get into medical school and that would take years for him to get settled. I was adamant. 


My daughter was annoyed with me for a while but still, they both were together even after 2 years and then, I had to agree. My daughter’s happiness grew no bounds. She kissed my cheek and gave me the tightest hug. 


Her marriage was fixed and I went to the airport to wait for the arrival of my sister’s family.


Hers was a completely different story. She managed to get her daughter married to a groom of her choice but her son was a totally distinct case. He refused to get married at any cost and threatened to leave home for the same. He wanted to continue with his medical studies and didn’t want to have personal commitments. Instead, my nephew adopted a beautiful girl who was left behind in his hospital just hours after giving birth, near the garbage, crying. 



My sister was a very proud grandmother.



My thoughts broke when their flight was announced. I was happy to see di and Jjiju. The children couldn’t make it due to some commitments.


They brought 4 different kinds of lehengas and took care of most of the rituals and customs. I was relieved. I really missed my wife and my parents, they would have loved every bit of today.


An Indian wedding was followed by a Christian one. My daughter looked like an angel on earth in both the occasions. Personally I felt she looked brighter in the Indian wedding. I always feel the white Christian bridal outfits don’t do justice to the women’s beauty, it lacks colour. But I kept my opinion to myself.


Post wedding rituals made me very emotional especially father daughter dance. The thought of letting her go terrified me. She was my anchor who kept me sane. 


My daughter bid her final goodbye.


Di and jiju also took leave as soon as everything was settled.

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I woke up at 6am and my nephew was already up studying. That kid was working too hard, wanted to clear medical entrance in a few years. Medical studies need a different kind of commitment altogether and it didn’t even start for him.


I refreshed and wanted to drink water but found Jiju in the kitchen making breakfast. He told di might have a temperature and not to tell kids about it, as they might feel guilty. He wanted her to rest till afternoon and the children had a second Saturday holiday so it worked out pretty good. A few hours later the maid came and after giving her instructions Jiju came to watch television with me. He immediately switched to the movie channels with subtitles and pressed the mute button. I felt bad, but instead, Jiju apologized that he didn’t want the children to be disturbed and making me adjust. That made me feel even worse.


But soon di came and sat opposite me and had a goofy grin on her face, Jiju went to get breakfast I guess. I think she is still kind of drowsy, I looked at her with questioning eyes. She told me she still couldn’t believe that I am sitting in front of her. My heart just melted. Jiju came and told her to eat first and then see me to her heart content. Day turned out perfect.


Lunch made was quite elaborate, mostly with my favorite dishes. Never in my life, I was made to eat so much. Even aunty and uncle joined di in her mission to make me eat to their heart content. First time I felt tired eating food, that too my favorite ones.


Jiju took pity on me and took me to a med store. I had a tab for digesting my food for the first time in my life. We roamed throughout the city on the bike. There is always a joy to ride a bike in our homeland that too in right kind of weather. Jiju showed me his office and met a few colleagues outside his office who came for evening refreshments. It was then I came to know that he took a few days leave. I felt honored. He randomly showed few places which they frequently visited. He took me to a market area and made me buy all the gifts I needed to take back to the US. This day was turning out to be more perfect.


We returned and had an early dinner. That was their daily routine I guess. Uncle and aunty went off to sleep and kids rushed to study. Di and Jiju brought all the mattress, pillows of the house to the drawing room and I frowned, what was happening.


Jiju: Come on, let's go to the terrace. We are having an adult night.
I was petrified.


Di: Don’t scare him now, she glared at her husband.
She turned towards me and said, its actually a family night bro, don’t look so scared.


It took few moments for me to come to a normal state. Di and Jiju had a good laugh at my expense.
They were many people gathered on the terrace as even before we reached. Di again went downstairs to bring all the refreshments, now I knew why Jiju took me out so she took time out to make all this. I would have argued for preparing snacks when she had a temperature. I helped her bring those things but glared at her immensely. She took my hand and made me touch her forehead, she didn’t have a fever. But I was not convinced.


I was introduced to all the guests and few were happy to finally meet me and told that it was as if they knew me all along. We all sat in a circle and one lady announced, let the night begin and an applause followed. Then I came to know that it was a sort of committee which discussed all sorts of family situations.


The first issue raised was the poor performance of kids in certain subjects in-spite of tuitions. The solution that followed was to talk to the teacher, crediting extra hours to that subject in the school itself. But it would take a lot of hard work on the part of parents to convince the teachers, for which they were ready. Creative learning was also taken into consideration.


Another situation was the protection of the girl children at schools itself as they had a case of molestation, for which an inquiry was going on. Every person was concerned here including me. Di suggested that every child including boys should be enrolled in self-defense classes. It was unanimously agreed upon. They decided to send all the children to karate classes as soon as their exams were over.


Teens behavior and their aggressive nature was the next topic. One parent feared that her child was already having sexual intercourse. Everyone was shocked. Few blamed their teenage hormones while others suggested diet modifications but no one came to a proper solution. They all agreed to study the topic and come to a good conclusion the next time they meet. I was more impressed when a guy wrote this in a notebook immediately.


Then came the topic of harassment at the office. A lady told about this situation at her workplace involving her very dear friend. Everyone agreed to file a case against him. I suggested having an audio/video evidence to make the case strong. Jiju nodded and agreed with me. Few made the bizarre suggestion that she should resign the job as they feared the high position of the immoral person. A vote was taken. The majority wanted a case to be filed. Awesome.


That turned out to be the last issue of the night. One guy was so happy that he shouted “antakshari”. I didn’t remember when I last played it, my marriage perhaps. Everyone had to sing. No exceptions. It was awkwardly amazing to do such a thing as I was a terrible singer. 


I didn’t even realize that my sister slept, that too with so much noise around. When I tried to wake her up, Jiju told me to let her sleep. Everyone told me that she would not even wake up as she was the sister of khumbkaran, di sleeps a lot. I never knew that. She was a sleeping beauty too. Interesting.


Few ladies helped me to clear the terrace as Jiju was handling di. After everyone wished one another, Jiju locked the house and told me how tired he was, longing sleep. I agreed, I slept like a log that night.



Next day I again woke up late. Kids already were revising for their tomorrow’s exam. I wished them all the best and gave the gifts I bought. Again my favorite food was prepared by di. When I asked why do so much work when she wasn’t feeling well, she said, cooking is love made edible and she loved to cook for her family. Then she fed me with her own hands, when jiju made a face, she had to feed him too to stop his childish banter. I was loving those moments. 


As I packed my bags for the late evening flight, I went to di to gift her, she loved the intricate piece of jewellery and perfumes. I brought couple t-shirts as well for fun. My jiju was a teetotaler, so booze was out of question. It was difficult to buy something for him as he had almost everything. So I decided to take all the pictures which I had of them and made it into a collage. They liked it.


Di and jiju came to see me off. She literally cried buckets. I somehow cheered her up. As the flight took off, I remembered her words,


I am proud of you bhai.

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Part Nine



Days that followed were the most stressful. I returned to my ancestral village for the funeral ceremony of my wife. The final goodbye can’t even be described. Only the people who lost someone loved ones can understand my state of mind then. It's heart-wrenching. Di and Jiju came to support me.



My parents moved back to the US to be with me and my daughter. I was thankful as it was quite difficult for them to adjust in a completely different environment. I was thankful to the maid as well. She knew how to cook Indian food which was a big relief to my mother. And most importantly I didn’t want to burden my mom with cooking at her age. She threw a big fit when I wanted to hire a babysitter, so I let it go.


My daughter was an angel from heaven. She took over all my lonely nights. The emotional attachment was still missing but it was gut-wrenching to see her cry.


As she grew up, I could see my wife’s replica in her.
There was a time when the monotony of life made me run away from everything so I took up work which involved traveling. I knew it wasn’t fair to travel with the responsibility of my daughter but my parents understood the need and were always supportive.


I had a chance to go to India and I grabbed it with both of my hands. I took leave for extra few days to go to my sister’s place. I informed Jiju of my arrival and my stay at a nearby hotel. He told me to cancel the hotel booking if he wanted me to live. I threw my head back in laughter. I made those arrangements and gave my flight details.


My arrival was a surprise to my sister. She cried happy tears when she saw me first thing in the morning one day.  I was given my nephew’s room to relax for the day and I woke up in the late afternoon and had light brunch.


I didn’t notice the house when I came so I was given a tour of it by my niece. It was an independent duplex home in a completely residential area. Front of the home had a small grass patch with some vertically growing conifers trees. Staircase to the terrace was hidden from those tall trees. There were mattress, pillows and few books lying on the grass. Apparently, the kids study there sometime. The backyard had a kitchen garden and a few flowering plants with high boundary walls. Lastly, we went to the terrace, it was also mostly filled with potted plants.


My niece went off to study due to her forthcoming exams. I came at a very bad time, I felt. The in-laws were very warm people. They knew everything about me, insisted to show them the recent pictures of my daughter. Well, my phone was returned after a few hours.


We all had an early dinner. That night it turned out to be cloudy and it started raining, the kids persisted to play in the rains as they had all boring previous days. None gave them permission except their grandmother, that too for 5min, but it went on for 45min. Kids pulled everyone in the rain and we all were completely soaked as it rained cat and dogs. Never I remembered doing such a thing. 


After the rain stopped we all went inside and changed, warm soup was waiting at the dining table a few moments later. I noticed that my sister didn’t change. She wanted to serve it as soon as possible so that no one gets sick. I took the serving duty and told her to change. 


Di, Jiju and I had a chat until late night.

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Part Eight




We immediately rushed to the hospital when her water broke suddenly. The paramedics and our parents reacted very well to the emergency whereas I was still frozen to the core. The way to the hospital had my mind go in all possible directions. I was a bit relieved when the doctors took over.



I was informed after 6 hours that they had to do the C-section as she was physically exhausted and the baby can be in stress if delayed. Those hours when she was in the Operation Theatre were the most agonizing and distressing moments which never seemed to end. The time didn’t pass at all and all I could see was the unconscious face of my wife.



I hurried to the doctors as soon as they were out of the Operation Theatre.



Doctor: Congratulations, it’s a baby girl

Me: What about my wife?

The doctor's facial expression took a drastic change, dread-filled inside me. I repeated my question to him.

Doctor: I am sorry to say that we couldn’t save her. She had so much of internal bleeding.


The world turned upside down in an instant. None of us could believe it. Our parents tried to stop me from running away but I had to get out of the hospital, it was suffocating. I don’t know how I reached the roof terrace. 


The only thought running through my mind was to let go of my life, that I had no one to share the beautiful moment of my life, that she is gone and nothing matters now. All of a sudden my chest constricted, I walked fast and reached the balustrade.


My thoughts broke with the ringing of my mobile.

Cry Baby calling

I picked it up and couldn’t speak.

MS: Hello? U there? Tell me you are okay. I had this terrible nightmare. I lost..

There was a long pause and I could feel her crying, it was then I realized that I too was covered in tears.

MS: I can't even speak about it, you tell something

I gulped and said, I am fine

MS: what?

Me: I said I am fine

MS: Thank God..

Me: But she is no more, internal bleeding it seems, I too am going to die

I sat on the balustrade and turned myself to the other side facing the ground. I just had to let go of my hand…

MS: Are you mad?

Minutes passed in silence and I was about to cut the call when I heard her apologizing.

MS: I am sorry, I am sorry. Please don’t cut the call. I may not be able to understand exactly how you feel, but I care about you and want to help. Okay? You are listening na?

Me: Hmm

MS: You need to think about the baby bhai. She needs you. How could you even think like that? Huh

I was mute

MS: I may sound harsh to you but you need to think practical yaar. Don’t do things in a spur of a moment. Tell me where are you now?

I couldn’t lie

MS: Hato waha se pehle..NOW she shouted 

And there was stunned silence. I moved away from balustrade. I heard her harsh breathing on the other side.

MS: You moved right

Me: Hmm

MS: Bhai, speak to me, tell me something.. anything

Me: I am walking towards the hospital building

MS: really? You promise?

Me: Hmm

MS: Please speak to me

Me: I promise

MS: Great, now go and see the baby. I am sure you didn’t, otherwise, you would never have such thoughts.

I was taken aback making me think how does she know me so well.

MS: You are going to see the baby na?

Me: hmm

MS: Be strong papa

Me: Thanks

MS: Chup kar, waise beta hai ki beti?

Me: Beti

MS: Waah yaar!! Pari aayi hai. Send me the pictures soon, okay?

Me: Hmm

MS: Kaha thak pahuche? Lift mein bhi accha signal aa raha hai

Me: I am taking stairs

MS: Oops 

She started giggling and a small smile couldn’t help but touch my face.

Me: I am almost there now

MS: It's okay, I will be on phone, you walk

A few moments later I saw my father and our parents enquired about my whereabouts.

MS: I can hear uncle and aunty. Ab mein rakhthi hoon.

Me: Hmm

Amidst the chaos, my mother pulled me towards the crib and showed my sleeping daughter. With heavy steps, I reached my wife, hugged her and cried accepting my fate.

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Translations: 

Bhai: brother

Hato waha se pehle: Just move from there

Chup kar, waise beta hai ki beti?: Shut up, by the way, is it boy or a girl?

Beti: girl
Waah yaar!! Pari aayi hai: Wow dear, angel has come

Kaha thak pahuche? Lift mein bhi accha signal aa raha hai: Till where did you reach? We are getting good signal even in the lift

Ab mein rakhthi hoon: Signing off now

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Part Seven


The first few months of my married life always filled with warmth whenever I think back. The transition of knowing your wife, liking her and eventually loving her makes me relive those days every moment of my life. 


As my professional commitments grew, my wife sort of managed everything and suddenly I became so dependent on her for daily little things. It kind of felt good and made me love her more and more each and every passing day.


Then came the day which I still curse when I look back. As I opened my office id, I was graced with more of my sister’s emails than office emails. I rarely reply to the usual how are you and other similar messages nowadays. I answered only when she asked something important or when I had to say something. I started to go through the recent one which said-
You don’t talk to me
You are not even online
You don’t share anything these days
And I don’t even know if you are reading my emails
You have changed a lot :’(


I was really enraged and immediately replied
Don’t bluff ok
What do you want me to share?
I shared all my crushes, the moment I joined college and passed out of it, my first job, first salary and literally everything..
What more do you want me to share? 
Tell me?!
I would share if anything significant happens and you know it. 
I don’t insist on coming online due to our time difference but you won't understand and continue your nagging.
We both are adults now, for God's sake, grow up.
You are even a mom of 2 kids, behave like one.


I pressed send and then realized, what have I done?
As usual, that day was crap and it went worse when she cut my call.  I thought what if she doesn’t accept my apology. Suddenly I had an idea to call her husband. I was relieved when he picked up the phone. His voice told me that I called at the wrong time for which I was sorry. I explained and admitted everything to Jiju.


Jiju: How many times will you say sorry. It's okay yaar.


Me: Let me talk to her. She even cut my call, she never does that.


Jiju: Hey no, she just slept a few min ago and that ringtone disturbed her so I instantly cut it. Not her.


Me: She was awake this late? Like 3 am?


Jiju: She was upset, you know how she is. You at the office?


I cursed myself, she probably cried. I forgot how sensitive she can be.


Me: Just got over


Jiju: I will take care. Don’t worry.


My colleagues called me if I wanted a ride home and I had cut the call reluctantly after Jiju’s reassurances. 


I apologized later and she did say it was okay and insisted that I forget about it.



Our video calls and overall calls for that matter, reduced considerably to once a month affair. She did share a lot of pictures but she was the one who took them, so she was not even in one of them. My behavior which hurt her would kill me one day for sure. The only solace was my wife.



Days passed and I moved on from that incident. My wife and I moved to a country side independent home and it took much of our time and energy to get settled. At last every second was worth it.


One day my wife announced that we were pregnant. Her admission was cute and it still runs in front of eyes. I was so elated that, that day was undoubtedly the best days of my life. I molded my work hours to cater her needs due to her terrible morning sickness. People easily recognized the good news as my face had a permanent smile etched on my face.


My wife and I chose her birthday to reveal the good news to our families back in India. Their reaction was out of the world. It was instantly planned that my In-laws would be coming as soon as possible and a few months later nearly during our due date, my parents too.


It was now the time to call my sister. I felt my wife was the appropriate person to do the honors as she was very excited. They were going on and on and on and I was like what the hell are they talking about so much?! 


I was hurt when my wife cut the call and came to hug me. When I didn’t reciprocate, she looked at me with questioning eyes, for which I had no answer. The silence was broken by the ringing of the mobile.


BFF SuNsHiNe calling


I told my wife it was nothing and kissed her forehead. She went off to do her chores and I went to the balcony, cut the call and called the same number.

My sister[MS]: you won't change that dirty habit of yours, huh

Me: I am sorry

MS: for what?

Me: I was rude

MS: when?

Me: I shouldn’t have sent that email

MS: I am done through that yaar. Come out of it

Me: Then why didn’t you text for so many days?

MS: I call your wife, we are ganging up on you

Me: Really!! 

I was surprised

MS: If not you, then her, she giggled
you know me

Me: Ya, you are awful, do you know what she stored your name as?

MS: Kya?

Me: BFF Sunshine

MS: Aww..really..thats so sweet of her, dekhke sikho kuch, waise I stored her name as Babylicious

Me: What is that?! My wife is not to be named after something to eat. Tum bhi na

MS: Yours is Cutiepie

Me: Come on yaar, I am not cutiepie

MS: For me you are, waise who sab chodo, hearty congratulations, buddy, I am going to be a bua and I am loving it already.

Me: Haan haan

MS: You excited?!!

Me: I am nervous yaar. I can't even describe that feeling

MS: Hota hai yaar and don’t worry, you would make everything right

Me: Don’t say that. Last time I messed up

MS: Phir se wahi baat, move on baba, and I will still say that you would make everything right

Me: Don’t start that again

MS: Jao phir nahi bolti mein


She cut the call. My Fierce Nagging baby was back.
I kept calling her and at last, she picked it up God knows when..


MS: What now?

Me: Nothing, just wanted to hear you curse me

MS: Go to hell, hamesha bakwaas hi karte ho tum

I started laughing but I couldn’t hear anything on the other side

Me: Hello, you there?

MS: Yyaar don’t go to hell, abhi toh baby bhi aane wala hai

Me: Seriously, you are something else
I burst into another round of laughter


MS: chup kar yaar, you have to look after them 

Me: Ya I will

MS: Waise I like that you both wanted to keep the gender of the baby as a surprise


Then we talked about everything that came to our mind. She teased me for doing all the household chores and cooking. She also gave suggestions to fulfill my wife’s carvings, to take her to evening walks and importance of her postures and all. It was indeed valuable.


Well, what do I say, those months of our pregnancy were the most demanding, physically exhausting and emotionally draining days of my life. Now that I look back, those were the only memories I cherish of us.






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Translations: 


Jiju: Brother-in-law

Yaar: friend/pal/buddy

Kya: what?

Dekhke sikho kuch, waise: see and learn, by the way

Tum bhi na: You are really something else

Waise who sab chodo: by the way, leave that

Bua: aunt

haan haan: ya ya

hota hai: it happens

phir se wahi baat: again the same thing

jao phir nahi bolti mein: go then, I wont talk to you

hamesha bakwaas hi karte ho tum: you always talk non sense

abhi toh baby bhi aane wala hai: now baby is going to come

chup kar yaar: shut up






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Authors note:

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And I would like to thank all my readers for taking their time and leaving a comment/reaction. 
I apologize for my grammatical mistakes in advance. 




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