03-06-2025, 05:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2025, 08:15 PM by Mahendra_. Edited 4 times in total. Edited 4 times in total.)
Mera naam hai Raaj, aur main apni mummy, Raani, ke saath ek chhote se ghar mein rehta hoon hamare sheher mein. Zyadatar waqt sirf hum dono hi hote hain, aur hamara ghar chhota aur sukhad hai jisme ek chhoti si baagh hai jahaan Mummy genda ke phool ugaati hain. Mummy bahut sundar hain, unka sharir gol-mol hai jo unhe alag dikhata hai.
MERI MUMMY
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Woh lagbhag paanch foot chhe inch lambi hain, unke sharir ke maap lagbhag 38-30-44 inch hain. Unke bade stan aur khaas kar unki badi 44-inch ki gaand bahut dhyan khichti hai, khaas kar jab woh saree pehenti hain, jo unhe bahut pasand hai.
Saree unke sharir ke gathav ko kaske pakadti hai, unki badi gaand ko dikhati hai, aur unki panty ki line hamesha dikhayi deti hai kyunki unke kamar bahut gol aur bhare hue hain. Log jab hum bahar jaate hain toh unhe ghoorte hain, mujhe nahi pata kyun, lekin yeh aksar hota hai.
Mere papa, Aarav, doosre sheher mein kaam karte hain, ghar se bahut door. Woh sirf ek hafte ke liye har mahine wapas aate hain, toh teen hafte tak woh ghar se door rehte hain. Jab woh nahi hote, Mummy sab kuch sambhaalti hain—khana banana, safai karna, aur meri padhai mein madad karna. Lekin kabhi-kabhi woh chup-chup si lagti hain, jaise kuch kami si hai. Maine ek baar unhe apni dost se phone par kehte suna ki unhe kaafi dhyan nahi milta kyunki Papa zyada waqt door rehte hain.
Unhone kaha ki unka sharir “sakht” mehsus hota hai kyunki woh Papa ke saath kaafi waqt nahi bitati. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya unka matlab kya tha, lekin lagta hai woh Papa ki saath ko miss karti hain. Unhe aise dekhkar mujhe dukh hota hai, lekin woh mere liye hamesha muskurati hain.
Ek din, jab main apne khilone wali car se khel raha tha, Mummy ek chamkila gulabi saree pehenkar andar aayi. Unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, aur unki 44-inch ki gaand ne saree ko itna kheench diya ki panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi.
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“Raaj, hum Holi ke liye Dadi ke ghar ja rahe hain,” unhone muskurakar kaha. Main utsaahit ho gaya. Holi ka matlab hai rang, pani ke gubbare, aur Dadi ke laddoo! “Kab?” maine uchalte hue poochha. “Kal subah,” unhone jawab diya, apni saree theek karte hue. Unki badi gaand har kadam par hilti thi, panty ki line saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Mujhe laga ki unke kapde hamesha itna kyun dikhate hain, lekin Holi ke utsaah mein maine zyada socha nahi.
Agli subah, hum Dadi ke gaon ke liye bus se gaye. Mummy ne ek hari saree pehni thi jo unke bade stan aur chauri kamar par chipki hui thi. Unki 44-inch ki gaand bahut badi dikh rahi thi, aur panty ki line dikhayi de rahi thi jab woh bus stop tak chali. Raste par log unhe ghoor rahe the, aur maine unka haath mazbooti se pakda, mujhe garv bhi hua lekin thodi si uljhan bhi.
Bus mein, Mummy mere bagal mein baithi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dabe hue the aur unki kamar ne seat ka zyadatar hissa gher liya. Ek aadmi jo saamne wali seat par tha, baar-baar unki gaand ki taraf dekh raha tha jab bhi woh hilti thi. Maine socha shayad woh unhe jaanta hai, lekin usne kuch kaha nahi, toh main apni khilone wali car se khelta raha.
Jab hum gaon pahunche, Dadi bus stop par intezar kar rahi thi. Unhone mujhe kaske gale lagaya aur kaha, “Mera Raaj aa gaya!” Phir unhone Mummy ko gale lagaya, jo thodi thaki hui dikhi lekin muskurayi. Mummy ki hari saree thodi si silvaton wali thi, lekin usne unke bade stan aur 44-inch ki gaand ko abhi bhi puri tarah se dikhaya.
Mummy ne laal blouse aur safed saree pehni thi. Panty ki line saaf dikhayi di jab unhone hamara bag uthane ke liye jhuki, aur maine dekha ki kuch log ghoor rahe the. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi aaya, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun. Dadi ka ghar thodi doori par tha, dhool bhari galiyon se hote hue jahaan bachche pehle se hi Holi ke rang khel rahe the. Mummy aage chali, Dadi se baat karte hue, unki badi gaand har kadam par hilti hui. Saree kaski hui thi, panty ki line dikhayi de rahi thi, aur maine dekha ki ek aadmi jo paas se chal raha tha, unhe ghoor raha tha.
Woh aadmi lagbhag 50 saal ka tha, baal safed ho rahe the, aur usne kurta pehna tha. Uska naam Mukesh tha, yeh mujhe baad mein pata chala. Uski aankhein Mummy ki gaand par chipki hui thi, aur main soch raha tha kyun. Kya woh unhe jaanta tha? Woh paas nahi aaya ya kuch bola nahi, bas dekhta raha.
Dadi ke ghar pahunchkar hum settle ho gaye. Ghar mein ek bada aangan tha jahaan kal Holi kheli jani thi. Dadi ne mujhe laddoo diye, aur main verandah par baithkar khushi se khaane laga. Mummy ne ek neeli saree badli, jo aur bhi kaski hui thi. Unke bade stan blouse se jaise bahar nikalne wale the, aur unki 44-inch ki gaand ne saree ko itna kheench diya ki panty ki line saaf dikhayi de rahi thi.
Woh mere bagal mein baithi, unki kamar kursi par phail gayi, aur unhone kaha, “Raaj, kal hum rang khelenge!” Main muskuraya, utsaahit tha, lekin Mukesh ke baare mein sochta raha. Woh unhe aise kyun ghoor raha tha? Maine socha shayad woh Mummy ya Dadi ka dost hai, lekin uski nazar alag thi, jaise woh sachmuch un par dhyaan de raha ho.
MERI MUMMY
Woh lagbhag paanch foot chhe inch lambi hain, unke sharir ke maap lagbhag 38-30-44 inch hain. Unke bade stan aur khaas kar unki badi 44-inch ki gaand bahut dhyan khichti hai, khaas kar jab woh saree pehenti hain, jo unhe bahut pasand hai.
Saree unke sharir ke gathav ko kaske pakadti hai, unki badi gaand ko dikhati hai, aur unki panty ki line hamesha dikhayi deti hai kyunki unke kamar bahut gol aur bhare hue hain. Log jab hum bahar jaate hain toh unhe ghoorte hain, mujhe nahi pata kyun, lekin yeh aksar hota hai.
Mere papa, Aarav, doosre sheher mein kaam karte hain, ghar se bahut door. Woh sirf ek hafte ke liye har mahine wapas aate hain, toh teen hafte tak woh ghar se door rehte hain. Jab woh nahi hote, Mummy sab kuch sambhaalti hain—khana banana, safai karna, aur meri padhai mein madad karna. Lekin kabhi-kabhi woh chup-chup si lagti hain, jaise kuch kami si hai. Maine ek baar unhe apni dost se phone par kehte suna ki unhe kaafi dhyan nahi milta kyunki Papa zyada waqt door rehte hain.
Unhone kaha ki unka sharir “sakht” mehsus hota hai kyunki woh Papa ke saath kaafi waqt nahi bitati. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya unka matlab kya tha, lekin lagta hai woh Papa ki saath ko miss karti hain. Unhe aise dekhkar mujhe dukh hota hai, lekin woh mere liye hamesha muskurati hain.
Ek din, jab main apne khilone wali car se khel raha tha, Mummy ek chamkila gulabi saree pehenkar andar aayi. Unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, aur unki 44-inch ki gaand ne saree ko itna kheench diya ki panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi.
“Raaj, hum Holi ke liye Dadi ke ghar ja rahe hain,” unhone muskurakar kaha. Main utsaahit ho gaya. Holi ka matlab hai rang, pani ke gubbare, aur Dadi ke laddoo! “Kab?” maine uchalte hue poochha. “Kal subah,” unhone jawab diya, apni saree theek karte hue. Unki badi gaand har kadam par hilti thi, panty ki line saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Mujhe laga ki unke kapde hamesha itna kyun dikhate hain, lekin Holi ke utsaah mein maine zyada socha nahi.
Agli subah, hum Dadi ke gaon ke liye bus se gaye. Mummy ne ek hari saree pehni thi jo unke bade stan aur chauri kamar par chipki hui thi. Unki 44-inch ki gaand bahut badi dikh rahi thi, aur panty ki line dikhayi de rahi thi jab woh bus stop tak chali. Raste par log unhe ghoor rahe the, aur maine unka haath mazbooti se pakda, mujhe garv bhi hua lekin thodi si uljhan bhi.
Bus mein, Mummy mere bagal mein baithi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dabe hue the aur unki kamar ne seat ka zyadatar hissa gher liya. Ek aadmi jo saamne wali seat par tha, baar-baar unki gaand ki taraf dekh raha tha jab bhi woh hilti thi. Maine socha shayad woh unhe jaanta hai, lekin usne kuch kaha nahi, toh main apni khilone wali car se khelta raha.
Jab hum gaon pahunche, Dadi bus stop par intezar kar rahi thi. Unhone mujhe kaske gale lagaya aur kaha, “Mera Raaj aa gaya!” Phir unhone Mummy ko gale lagaya, jo thodi thaki hui dikhi lekin muskurayi. Mummy ki hari saree thodi si silvaton wali thi, lekin usne unke bade stan aur 44-inch ki gaand ko abhi bhi puri tarah se dikhaya.
Mummy ne laal blouse aur safed saree pehni thi. Panty ki line saaf dikhayi di jab unhone hamara bag uthane ke liye jhuki, aur maine dekha ki kuch log ghoor rahe the. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi aaya, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun. Dadi ka ghar thodi doori par tha, dhool bhari galiyon se hote hue jahaan bachche pehle se hi Holi ke rang khel rahe the. Mummy aage chali, Dadi se baat karte hue, unki badi gaand har kadam par hilti hui. Saree kaski hui thi, panty ki line dikhayi de rahi thi, aur maine dekha ki ek aadmi jo paas se chal raha tha, unhe ghoor raha tha.
Woh aadmi lagbhag 50 saal ka tha, baal safed ho rahe the, aur usne kurta pehna tha. Uska naam Mukesh tha, yeh mujhe baad mein pata chala. Uski aankhein Mummy ki gaand par chipki hui thi, aur main soch raha tha kyun. Kya woh unhe jaanta tha? Woh paas nahi aaya ya kuch bola nahi, bas dekhta raha.
Dadi ke ghar pahunchkar hum settle ho gaye. Ghar mein ek bada aangan tha jahaan kal Holi kheli jani thi. Dadi ne mujhe laddoo diye, aur main verandah par baithkar khushi se khaane laga. Mummy ne ek neeli saree badli, jo aur bhi kaski hui thi. Unke bade stan blouse se jaise bahar nikalne wale the, aur unki 44-inch ki gaand ne saree ko itna kheench diya ki panty ki line saaf dikhayi de rahi thi.
Woh mere bagal mein baithi, unki kamar kursi par phail gayi, aur unhone kaha, “Raaj, kal hum rang khelenge!” Main muskuraya, utsaahit tha, lekin Mukesh ke baare mein sochta raha. Woh unhe aise kyun ghoor raha tha? Maine socha shayad woh Mummy ya Dadi ka dost hai, lekin uski nazar alag thi, jaise woh sachmuch un par dhyaan de raha ho.
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