Note :
Is story mein...i have not used any name for any character...to its up to you...and ya request please...aap jis bhi character ko jo bhi naam de use apne imagination tak rakhe... don't give names to the story characters by your assumptions in review section... because it may hurt others.
That's why i have not mentioned any name for any Character...not to hurt anyone...so please is baat ka dayan rakhe.
Second Important note : I am not putting it under T rated because i don't think so ki is mein asa kuch bhi hai...na is mein violence hai...na hi vulgarity hai...na hi koi romantic chezz or na hi koi asi chez jo ki dil dhela de...so mera point of view hai.
I seriously don't think it to be a bold thing...yes society has made it a taboo...jo ki dhire dhire jaa raha hai or dhire dhire hi jae ga...but jb tk hum log ise general nahi lete tb tk humare aas...pass k log bhi nahi lege...kuch badalna hai toh start from yourself...
We need to change our attitude from " Ooooohhh asa hai"
To " toh kya hua... it's normal"
And i am not saying ki sb ki soch asi hoti hai...i am not at all saying that all people criticiz and discriminate but people do.
And everyone has his/her own opinions mere alaga hai...and i don't mean to impose by opponions by any means on any one.
The idea of the story has been taken from the story of one of most famous writer and Narrator Nislesh Mishra
So credit goes to him.
Read at your own risk
"Kal ladki wale aa rahe hai...rishta le Kar"
The spoon in his hand, which was mixing food... stopped and he hardly gulped down the Morse of food present in his mouth...when heard these lines from his father...his face colour changed into pale.
Again he heard a stiff voice...but this time the owner of the words was his mother.
" Or is Baar...koi bhana nahi... tumhare Baba k bachpan k dost ki beti hai...is liye is Baar dhayan rahe koi tamsaha nahi"
His younger brother was looking at him with helpless look...as he knows his brother's situation...he understands him well.
He put the spoon in his hand down...and replied in straight voice.
" Please Baba...mein yhe shadi Nahi Kar skta"
His mother in anger and stiff voice " akhir masla kya hai...tumhe...pichle 3 Saal se...darjano rishte...tum nakar chuke ho...tum se pucha bhi ki koi khud ki Pasand hai toh voh bata do...lekin voh bhi Nahi...ik tees k ho rahe hai aap is Saal...(declaring)..bs aab Bhot hua...Rishta Bhot Achi ladki hai...or pariwar bhi acha...mujhe is baat pr koi bhes nahi cha heye"
He trying to protest "lekin maa"
His mother gave him a tough gaze...he knew this gaze...his mother is much determined.
He closed his eyes in anger and to control those tears... which were threating to come out...he can't be harsh with his parents...he has never been...he stood up stamped his feet and rushed to his room and closed the door with bang.
His father sighed...and non of them further continued their dinner.
He was feeling helpless first time on the name of this marriage...he wanted to cry his heart out...till date he has been avoiding or tackling this issue...but he also have limits. Tears were rolling down with immense of speed.
He heard a knock on the door.
" Bhai... please darwaza kholiye"
He heard his younger brother.
" Bhai... please...for me"
" Chote jaa yaha se...mujhe Kisi se koi baat Nahi krni hai"
He replied with heavy throat. His younger one felt bad listing his brother heavy voice.
" Mein Kahi Nahi jaa Raha Bhai...aap Ka Chota apke Saath hai hmesha... please darwaza kholiye."
After some moments of silence...the younger one heard the voice of unlocking. He opened the door...and saw his brother sitting on the edge of his bed...with wet face and red eyes. He immediately hugged his elder brother...who again cried...on the shoulder of his brother... venting out his pain.
And his chote gave him time to do so...as he knew it's necessary for his brother...or he will get suffocated with these feelings.
After sometime when he felt his brother's sobs low...he separated him and gave him glass of water from side table.
" Better ?"
Elder one nodded. Though his chote was 5 years younger than him...but...he the one who understands him the most and always stand with him.
" Bhai...apko ek Baar maa - Baba se baat krni chaheye...kb tk ase ghut rahe ge aap...itne saal or aab or Kitna... please ek Baar baat to ki jiye"
" Tujhe lagta hai voh smjhe ge?"
" Shayad na smjhe...lekin smjha to skte hai na"
He looked at his brother meaningfully.
" Bhai...mujhe bhi toh vakt laga tha...par mene bhi to accept Kia hi tha...voh bhi Thora time lege par... accept Kar lege"
" Or Nahi Kiya toh"
He looked at his younger one eyes with shades of fear...and again broke down in tears.
" Bhai please...aap negative kyu soch rahe hai...voh hum se Bhot pyar krte hai kyu nahi accept kare ge...voh jarur kre ge Bhai...or humare parents toh educated hai...itne saal aap ne adjust Kia hai Bhai...Mene apko Bhot ghute hue Dekha hai...itne saalon mein... please aab bas kijeye...Kyu apne Wazood ko Is Tarah Dabana chate hai?... please mere liye Bhai...mein Nahi Dekh skta apko or ghute hue...or aap bhi ache se jante hai...ki agar ye shadi Hoti hai...toh aap Ka Wazood or aap dono hi...(he stopped feeling a lump in his throat) kyu ki mein janta hoon aap us ladki ko bhi koi Kami mehsus Nahi hone dege...or na hi apka dard... please Apne sath ye zayadti maat kijeye...(joining his hand) hath Jodta hoon"
Elder one immediately held his hands " chote...kya Kar Raha hai"
"Please Bhai...mere liye...hum dono baat kre ge na maa - Baba se...mein smjhaau ga unhe please...Ase aap bhi jante hai...ki aap or ye SB Nahi Taal paege...toh behtar ye hai ki unhe sach bata Diya jae... please Bhai maan lo meri baat...bata do sach"
" Yaar vo tut jae ge"
Making his brother understand" Hum smbhal lege na Bhai unhe...hum dono hai na...or voh smjhe ge...yakeen Mano Mera...mein aap se phele bhi bhot bar Kaha hai... please is Baar himat kr lijiye...aap ki Puri life Ka sawal hai Bhai...adhi toh Apne Ase hi ghut- ghut k Nikal di... please aab himat Kar lijiye...(with pleading eyes) please mere liye"
Yes, it now or never...he has been hiding a truth from his parents and others... entire life...so that it doesn't hurt his parents...he himself have been fighting with himself...all these years... only for his parents...but, it suffocates him... it's painful for him...he has been dealing and fighting all alone..in these years...he shared with younger one...who first was not able to believe it...but after taking some time...he supported him...but he always missed his parents support... And if today also he hides it...he might make all other people happy...his parents...but himself...will be never satisfied...he will be never Abel to face himself.
He took a deep breath...He has to do this. He can't continue this more...he can't run anymore now.
" Thik hai...main...kal hi baat karta hoon"
His younger one smiled and hugged him.
" Dekhna Bhai sb thik Hoga"
"Hmm"
The night was restless for him...he was preparing himself for the next day...may be it comes with a hopes of...or may nothing changes...Will his parents accept him...or they will shut him out of their lives...will they feel ashamed of him...or will they still feel that proud...which that now feel without knowing anything. He doesn't know...but one thing he is now clear about... that he cannot hide this truth now...not anymore. He is tired of fighting alone now...he tried of suppressing himself.
The sleep was far away from his eyes. He wanted this night to be as long as it could be... because as the morning arrived he has to do it...but time has it's own pace and it's also true... that when you want time to pass slowly it feels to run more and when you want it to run it feels to pass slowly.
Morning came with it's own pace... with a new battle for him. He was preparing himself whole night. But still he was feeling the fear. Fear to hurt his parents...fear to lose them...fear that they will hate him.
But, now he cannot take his steps back...and he has to talk to them before the guests arrive. He took a shower... again prepared mind. And his younger one came to his room...to cheer him up and support his elder one.
" Bhai...mein hoon aap k sath...dekhna SB thik hoga...you can do this."
Elder one smiled and patted his cheek...and hugged him...he knows, if none of the people supported him at least his brother is their...his strength...his world. Collecting all his strength...They separated.
" Jaa...maa- Baba ko bula le Bhar...mein aata hoon"
His younger one pressed his palm in assurance...and left to call his parents. He took a deep breath... making some mental notes... that how he will talk to his parents. He was feeling anxious...he gulped down a glass of water...again took some deep breaths. And came out and saw his parents already Thier.
His heart beat raced. He closed his eyes to calm down. And steps ahead. His parents Seeing him Thier...his mother asked him in little stiff voice as she thought he wants to talk about the marriage.
" Kis liye bulaya hai Ase...Dekho agar phir shadi ko lekar Kuch khena hai toh"
But his father signed her to clam down and stay quiet...she sighed. His father sensing his anxiousness... started in a soft voice.
" Aa Beth idhar (signaling to sit beside him...he followed as said...his father warped his hand around his shoulder) aab aram se bata ki kya baat hai?"
He felt a sooth in his father shell...which gave him some strength..,He hesitated " Baba...voh" he looked at his brother who encouraged him to speak through his gestures. Thier parents saw it but gave him time. He gulped down and again Taking a deep breath.
" Baba voh...mein shadi Nahi Kar skta (his mother was about to protest but his father showed hand and continued further) kyu ki..."
"Kyu ki kya beta...bolo?"
He closed his eyes " kyu ki Baba mujhe ladkiya Pasand hi Nahi hai mujhe ladke Pasand hai"
He said in one breath...as soon as he completed...his father grip on him got lose...he opened his eyes and looked at him...his father was sitting with blank expression...he didn't uttered a single word... just pulled his hand back...his eyes glued to one spot.
His mother stood up in anger.
" Kya bakwas...Kar rahe ho...tumhe pata bhi hai ki kya bole jaaa rahe ho...mtlb jante ho na iska"
He also stood up and came towards her...
" Haa maa mein janta hoon...mein gay...
He got a tight slap from her...tears rolled down from his eyes and as well from his mother eyes. His brother came forward.
" Maa kya Kar rahi ho...is mein Bhai ki koi glti Nahi hai"
His mother turned to his younger one and in anger and tears
" Haan glti toh humari parwarish mein rhe gai hai Kahi...joh yeh"
He was standing with down head tears were rolling down.
" Maa kya bol rahi ho...aap... please aap baat samajhiye"
" Tujhe pata tha na...to bataya kyu Nahi phele...aab tak akal thikane aa jati iski."
She again came forward to slap him...but his younger one stopped her.
" Maaa...kya Kar rahi ho...shant hojao please...Aram se Beth k ek baar baat to suno"
" Sune ko bacha kya hai"
And she rushed to her room and locked it from inside.
The younger one looked at closed door helplessly... while he himself was in numerous tears...he turned towards his father...who was sitting like statue. He came to him and sat near his knees.
In teary voice " Baba... please aap Kuch toh boliye... please Baba...mein...sach..both koshish ki par...I am sorry... please Kuch toh boliye"
But his father didn't said anything. He pressed his lips not to burst out...And just rushed out from the house.
His younger one tried to stop him..." Bhai rukiye...Bhai please" but he didn't.
Younger one sighed and looked at his father... and went near him...sat beside him and took his hand in his.
" Baba please aap...aap samajhiye...is mein...is Bhai Ka kya kasoor hai...voh toh itne saal...khud ko hi dabata Raha hai Baba...Mene Dekha hai...use Baba ghute hue...lekin phir bhi kbhi ek shikayat Nahi ki Usne...khud se lasts Raha apna Wazood badlne k liye...voh tut jae ga Baba... please..."
And he also break down. Finally his father spoke... after taking a deep breath.
" Jao...use Dekho...Kaha hai"
It was a single line but showing so many things... concer...care...fear and what not.
Younger one nodded and left from their...he knows it's important to find his brother...as he can feel his father's fear.
His father is an educated person...and same is with his mother...but... it's the mindset.. which our society have made. And it's not easy to break it such easily.
His father is well aware of this scenario of the world...he has listen about it...but obviously not the good one.
But, what can he do now...he can't change the truth...no he can't...then... force his son to be what he cannot...yes he can do it very easily...but won't it be wrong with his son. Medical advice...yes this can be done.
Other side.
He was standing on the edge of the cliff... tears were rolling down like heavy rain fall.
He thought it better to end up his life...at least his parents doesn't have to be ashamed of him... they don't have to listen anything from the society, from relatives... from anyone. He doesn't have to face hate of his parents...no he can't face their hate... it's better to end. He closed his eyes...and threw himself but...next he felt...a tight grip around him.
He opened his eyes and looked...it was his brother...
Younger one scolded " Pagal hogae hai aap...Haan...kya krne jaa rahe the yhe aap"
He in tears and pain " kyu roka tune mujhe...thik Kar raha hoon..sb ko mujhse chutkara mil jae ga... maa - baab ko bhi meri vjha se Sharminda Nahi hona padega...Kisi Nahi hona padega...chor mujhe..."
He struggled to come out from the grip of his brother but...his brother grip was much stronger.
Younger one lost his temper...he shouted
" Bhaiiiiiii" jerked him...and then took his brother in hug.
Tearly " kya bole jaa rahe ho Bhai aap Haan...asa Kuch bhi Nahi hai smjhe aap...koi Sharminda Nahi hai...aap humara Garv the or hmesha raho ge...Suna Apne".
Sobbing badly " Yaar...maa - Baba ...u..unko...Bhot dukh phochaya hai mene...tune Dekha na...Baba ne to Kuch bola bhi Nahi...maa bhi naraz hogai...mein unke samne kese aau ga Yaar...mein unki n... nafrat jhel skta yaar...tu smjh raha hai na...mein...maar jau ga Yaar"
" Shhhhh...Bhai please shan't hojao please...aap se koi nafrat Nahi krta...bs unhe thoda vkt dijeye...voh jarur smjh jae ge...mein bhi toh smjha tha na hai na...(elder one nodded) bs to phir...voh bhi smjh jae ge...I promise you...sb thik hojae ga."
He separated and looked at him " paka na?"
" Paka Bhai...but please aap promise kijeye ki aap asi harkat dubara nahi kre ge... promise kijeye."
He standing with down head.
Younger one added sternly " bhaiiiii"
" Promise"
"Good...aab chaliye..Ghar"
But, he kept standing with down head.
" Bhai...kya hua"
" Yaar mein Ghar kese...mtlb"
" Kya kese mtlb? Chaliye chup chap ghar...Baba preshan ho rahe the... unhone hi bheja mujhe...or Acha hua bhej diya...vrna"
He looked at his younger brother in bewilder... he can't believe his father has sent him here.
The younger one got... what he was thinking...and nodded in assurance. And then dragged him towards the car.
They reached home...and directly headed to elder lad room...no one spoke anything. Both brothers thought that in evening might tha guest's will visit...but no...no guest came... means parents have talked to them. But that day... after that the house was dipped in silence... Only younger one was trying to make them eat or drink.
And this continued for next one week...his parents didn't speaked to him once...in this whole week...and in this one week he didn't even came out of his room once...he was on leave from his office from one week. And his parents didn't even came once to see him in between this...which was really hurting him alot. The younger one was trying best to comfort him but all was going in vain.
Younger lad wanted to talk to his parents...but he thought to give them some time. But now he was getting much worried because...his brother's health was really deteriorating...with each passing day.
And now younger lad decided to talk...at least to his father... because he knew it will be more easy to talk to him... after seeing reaction of both his parents. So, he has asked his father to come to terrace.
Younger lad climbed up the stairs and went to terrace where he already found his Baba standing there waiting for him. His Baba also knew why his son must have called him.
Younger lad... silently came and stood beside his father...and not knowing how to start...his father was waiting for him to say something...but what he was expecting...the younger lad asked totally... another query.
" Baba...aap left handed tha na?"
His father Frowned to him...he too looked at him.
" Bataiye naa"
Though this incident of his life is told to both the brothers... still why he was asking confused his father...but still he replied after taking a sigh.
" Haan...jb meine pen padkna shuru Kiya...tb meine left hand hi use Kia tha...lekin maa or pita ji ko lagta tha ki Jo insan ulte haath se likhte hai voh...ache Nahi hote...or aage jaa Kar galat Kam krte hai...is liye pita ji ne mujhe khub tokte the or sidhe hath se kalam pakad vate...lekin aab mein tha hi left handed to mein bhi kya karta...bar bar tokne par bhi mein Ulta haath use krta...phir ek din pita ji SE khub maar padi...or us k baad jb bhi mein Ulta haath se Kuch krta toh...chadi se maar parti...or dhire...dhire...Mene Ulta haath se likhna Chor Diya...lekin tum aaj achanka ye baat kyu Puch rahe ho...tumhe toh bataya hai Mene"
But younger lad instead of replying his father query asked something
" Toh...apko acha lagta tha...sidhe hath se likhna...or writing...voh kesi Banti thi?"
His father was really confused from his these questions.
" Boliye na Baba?"
Father " Nahi...joh majaza mujhe mere ulte hath se likhne mein aata tha...voh sidhe se kbhi ni Aya...or hand writing bhi Kuch jyada khas Nahi thi...halaki JB mein Ulta hath se likhta toh...voh writing Bhot Achi aati thi"
Younger lad
" toh agar hum Bhai ko...voh bane mein majbur Kar de joh voh Nahi hai...kya voh kush reh pae ge? Aap ko toh sirf hath ke kaam badlne mein itna taklef hua...yah hum Bhai ko toh unka Pura Wazood baldne k liye Kaha jaa Raha hai...kya Woh jee...bhi pae ge Baba?
His father was stunned listing this.
Younger lad continued further
" Baba aap bhi jante hai...is mein Bhai ki koi galti nahi hai...or na hi aap logo ki koi galti hai...unhe bhagwan ne, nature ne banaya hi asa hai toh...is mein unki kya glti...unhe kyu hum saza de? Agar aap society ki vjha se ya realtives ki vjha se dar rahe hai...toh...unka toh Kam hi vahi hai...koi Kitna bhi Acha kyu na ho in logo ko uski achai kbhi Nahi dikhti... dikhti hai toh sirf...ek Kami...Baba aap jante hai...Bhai us din...apni Jaan dene jaa rahe the ( his father looked at him in shock, he has not told him this thing) Bolte ki...voh aap logo ki nafrat nahi seh sakte...na hi vo aap logo ko Sharminda Karna chahte isi liye...(with heavy throat) Marne chale the...voh to mein vkt pe phoch gaya vrna.
Baba...itne saal mene Dekha unhe...aaj tak sirf isi liye chup rahe taki aap log hurt na ho...aap log un se nafrat na kare...or khud ghute rahe...lekin har insan ki ek limit Hoti hai na Baba...Bhai khud se ladte rahe hai Baba itne saal...Apne Wazood dhudhne k liye use...sabit krne k liye..use sb k samne rkhne k liye...akele juhj te rahe unhe jarurat hai...apki...maa ki...hum sb ki.
Aap agar aaj unhe ek Baar khe bhi de na...ki voh vesa kare jesa aap chahte hai...toh voh chup chap...apne aap ki sari khushiyon ko daba k vo hi kare ge... par kya fayda ho ga Baba...ek machine hi toh baan k rhe jae ge voh...Bhar se voh Kisi ko Kuch Nahi jatege...lekin andar hi andar...har Roz mare ge.
Or ase Roz Roz Marne se Acha aap unhe ek hi Baar mar dijeye.
His Father was in tears listing his son's paim " aaee...zaban jyada chalne lagi hai...chote shab ki aaj kal...lagau ga ek...aap agar humari Jaan hai...to voh humri rooh hai...smjhe aap"
" Toh phir itne din se...kyu unhe ignore Kar rahe...ek baar bhi phochne Nahi aae aap...na dekhne aae...jante ek hafte se room mein khud ko band Kar rakha hai...na dhang se kha rahe na so rahe hai...or fever hai ki utarne Ka naam Nahi le Raha hai."
Father " Bhot taklef mein hai na Mera Bach?"
Younger lad nodded in tears.
Father patted his back and took him in half hug.
" Janta hoon beta...in sb mein uski koi galti nahi hai...or na hi is mein humari koi glti hai...glti Kisi ki bhi Nahi hai... Nature ne har insan ko alag banaya hai...use bhi...toh phir is mein use kya dosh de na...yhe baat ek dum se samne aai toh mein Kuch smjh hi Nahi paya ki mein kya karu...(sighing) hum jitne marzi educated ho beta lekin...samaj or society k sath to chalna hi parta hai or vahi dar tha mere maan mein bhi...joh mindset bachnpan se Bana ho use ek jhatke mein badlna toh possible Nahi hai...isi liye Kuch samjh hi Nahi paa raha tha...sun to rakha tha in SB k bare mein lekin voh bhi...tum to jante ho society ki Soch...toh bs usi kash ma kash mein tha mein bhi..(with some guilt)...phir socha ki kyu na doctor se help li jae...ki voh Kuch Kar skte hai (younger lad looked at him in shock) ki Nahi...(low voice)..Gaya to tha ki bete Ka ilaz...par vaha jaa k...khud Ka hi ilaz Kar va ke Aaya (this confused younger lad)...mein jb is sil sile mein doctor se baat ki toh unhone...Ulta mujhe hi suna Diya...or phir smjhaya bhi is bare mein...phir mujhe apni glti Ka ahesas hua...or sath hi Apne bete ki takleef Ka bhi...par mein smjh Nahi paa raha tha ki use baat kese Karu...or kya karu...bs isi liye thoda vkt...
Younger lad cut him " vkt lijiye Baba... jitna Lena hai utna...isi liye mein bhi khamosh tha...par itna bhi nahi...ki bhot der hojae...Khair...Maa se baat...
" Use baat mein Kar loonga... mushkil toh hogi use...beta hai uska...par smjh jaegi"
Younger one nodded " niche chale...Bhai ko dawai bhi deni hai"
" Mein...bhi aau sath?"
Younger one smiled broadly and hugged his Baba.
Elder ones room.
Younger one opened the door of room slowly...and both entered in... younger one stopped at some steps... while the father came towards his son with slow steps and sat beside him...his head pinched seeing his soul...pale and weak...tears rolled down his cheeks. He creased his head lovingly.
Elder one feeling the loving touch opened his eyes...and saw his father...tears rolled down from eyes...And he held his ears
" I am sorry Baba...mujhe maff...
His father immediately took his elder kid in his loving shell
" Shhh... chup...bilkul Nahi...apki koi glti Nahi hai is mein Bache...koi bhi glti Nahi hai apki...
" Meine apko hurt Kia na"
" Nahi...mere Bache ne...mujhe bilkul hurt Nahi Kiya...par Baba ne kiya na apne Bache ko ( he nodded in no) Baba sorry hai bacha..."
His father separated him from hug and wiped his tears...and told him in a frim voice.
" Mujhe mere bete se koi shikayat Nahi hai...or vo jesa hai...mujhe vesa Kabul hai smjhe"
His son was looking at him in bewilder and than he looked at his younger brother...who nodded with a smile in tears.
He immediately hugged his father
" Sach Baba?"
" Much"
He wishpered " thank you Baba" and hugged his father more tightly. His father kissed his temple.
One month passed away...life was getting back on it's track...his parents were still trying to adjust with this truth... specially his mother...his father talked to her...and made her understand...but still it took her much more time...but, now she was talking to him...and has again started to take care of him. Still learning how to deal with society.
His brother is now happy for his brother that...now he doesn't have to hide his real self from anyone...and he is happy.
"He"...he happier than before...now he is actually living his life without any tention...he is living as his own self. Finally he is very clear and confident about his "Wazood"
He has came more close to his father now...and his father has also tried to be a freind of his son's.
Both father and son are standing on the terrace.
Father - hmmm...vese tumhe pata kB ahesas hua?
He - hostel Jane k baad.
His father nodded.
Father (casually) - toh kya socha hai aage Ka?
He (narrowed his eyes) - aage Ka mtlb?
Father (again casually) - are Bhai...koi Mila?
He first frowned and then smiled with " Nahi"
They heard a teasing voice of younger one who has just entered
" Achaaa...bhaiyaa...toh kal Raat ko kis se Baat ho rahi thi...puchiye Baba jara inse'
" Chote pitega...asa Kuch Nahi hai Baba"
His father looked at him with same teasing smile.
" Achaaaaa...dekhiye toh kese lal ho rahe hai"
" Ruk tujhe abhi batata hoon"
And their Tom and Jerry chase started.
Thier mother was watching them from door.
(Pov) Sorry beta I know mene apke sath galat Kiya...par kya karu...ek maa hoon na...Apne Bache ki chinta toh Hoti hai...duniya samaj...in sb se bachana chahati thi apko...par...samajh k niti niyam se chalane k chalte shayad mein bhul bethi ki...in SB se badh Kar aap or apki kushiya hai... sorry bacha.
She wiped her tear and came forward and said in stiff voice
" Bas...kariye aap dono...kitni baar Kaha hai aab bade hogae hai aap log...lekin phir bhi Bacho ki tarha ladte hai...kb bade hoge dono"
Elder one came and hugged her from neck...
" Dekhiye maa mujhe tang Kar Raha hai apka ladla"
She patted his cheek.
" Kyu chote nawab...kyu tang Kar rahe aap mere Bache ko"
" Mein Kaha tang Kar Raha hoon...mein toh sachhhhhh...
His father hold his ear
" Acha Bachuuu "
"Aaiiiiii...Choriye Baba Choriye...majak Kar Raha tha"
He left his ear and they laughed whole heartedly.
Stop teasing from the name of Gay, And Start Accepting Them.
They are also just
H U M A N S
I don't know... whether I was able to convey my message properly or not...I hope I have.
And APOLOGIES if I have hurt someone's feelings.