The adventurous pride of mothers' vehicles

Va Han Park here: Mother Amba and Mother Durga came on their respective vehicles Ambama's vehicle Tiger Durgama's vehicle Lion.

Where to park that vehicle now?

Garba started inside. It was getting late. Bicycles, scooters, bikes, motors were arranged all around. There was no place in the flour.

Ambama said to his tiger: 'Find a place and park. Don't fight with the police. '

Mother Durga said to her vehicle lion: 'Do not fight against the watchman. Hide behind a convenient vehicle. '

Both mothers ran to Garbe. In a connected circle. The mother was proud to be real. There is no sense of time. Very wandering mothers. Very zoomy. It's midnight. The government siren-whistle blew. Garba's days were no more till morning. Now the government says the same, the same, the same, to sing garba. If the government's garba is sung instead of the mother's garba, then the government needs it. That's what happened. Just happened But as soon as the garba was over, all the garbas started walking with their own vehicles. The bewildered Ghelubhais also found their vehicle.

But the real mothers did not drive their own vehicles. Where would the tiger and the lion have gone? Could the policeman have towed them?

Mother Amba says: 'Rather, we were like singing garba with our vehicle.'

Mother Durga says: 'It would be fun if all the mothers rode around in their own vehicles.

Go! '

But where to find our vehicles now?

There was the sound of a tiger roaring from the northern border. The lion roared with pride.

Amba says: 'Hey, did our vehicles reach the border or not?'

Durga says: 'Yes, it seems so. I can see my lion with my divine eyes. '

Both the mothers asked their respective vehicles on mobile: 'Hey, what are you doing there? Do you sing garba on the border? '

The tiger says: 'Mataji, we are doing your job. We chase away the terrorist monsters that infiltrate the border. '

Singh says: 'We are not running away, we are killing. Mataji, you have taught me to kill the demons. You killed Mahishasur. We are killing these terrorist demons. '

Both mothers were reconciled. Thanks to their respective vehicles. Called them. But before coming, the tiger and the lion put their souls in the Indian guards. His passion, passion, anger, roar, everything was offered.

The clever Chanakveer guards were now on the frontier:

Partly terrorist we are tigers

The part that suicides we are lions

Far be it from us, O terror, we are awake.

The part J o exponent we are shocked.

He and his vehicles were happy when both the mothers were going to Nijdham on their respective vehicles. What a national task he himself had to carry out the demons. !