It was after a long time that I was accompanying my Mom to her maiden
home. As soon as we entered the house, we could hear faint sound of songs
playing in some room.
“Rishta nahi hai dono ko phir bhi bandhe koi dor
hai,
Is dosti ko kya naam de hum ye baat kuch aur hai...”
Is dosti ko kya naam de hum ye baat kuch aur hai...”
I asked my granny who it was listening to those no.s. I was a little
surprised to find my Mom’s younger brother at home and listening to some
romantic no., that too at midday. I slipped in his room to find him dancing to
the tunes with a pillow embraced near his heart. When I tapped him on his
shoulders, he gave me a sheepish grin, threw the pillow on the bed and turned
off the music. I immediately knew what was wrong with him. To save him further
embarrassment, I switched on the music, handed him the pillow, gestured him to
continue and slipped out of the room. For months afterward, I couldn’t help teasing
him whenever I got the chance to.
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