The anointing of the bag.

Dhu Kacharan is our seventeenth sacrament. On Diwali, the queen of every household becomes a 'bai' by wearing a gown or a dress that does not even carry utensils instead of anesthesia.

Fogging is a mystical act. Even the housewife who takes coriander at home by asking her husband does not tell anyone about the arrival of Dhukcharan. The moment of fog is above the mood. When a worker in a nuclear family agrees, and in a group of families, when the consent of the in-laws is reached, the dust settles. 'We did you?' The neighborhood sentence of these four words motivates some lazy wives as well as external driving force.

In the interest of every husband and wife, I am writing this sentence that after Navratri, when the wife brings a new broom-broom in the house, it means that the fog will start in the next twenty-four hours. In Saurashtra, one chill does not light up on the seventh day and the other on a foggy day. Some wives leave their husbands on a busy day's work, leaving them to fend for themselves. One of these husbands is our Atul. Finding a lost item in one's home is like putting a gulf in a Antarctic continent.

Very well preserved items are found in Atul's house every two to three years. Things all over the house make it feel like a music chair is playing.

In Mumbai, Atul is often with me in diarrhea programs. If its purchase is more than a reward. It seems that Atul is paying return tax at home by taking small things for his sister-in-law. Atul once dared for his sister-in-law and took an earring and a small purse. I put it in my bag because it didn't fit in my bag. Atul also took my bag to his house on condition of returning it.

Does the wood come back from Mahane? So the thing returns from Atul's house. The funny thing is that Atul doesn't even regret it. 'Aaya to ketla' yani bagu padi hoy bhai! If we don't get ours, where can we get yours? ' With such a carefree answer, Atul seems to be chewing a lot in his mouth. Then it happens to the giver of the thing that either you take Samadhi or let this go.

'Let Sairam's bag go, otherwise he will write the article, and the whole village will know' Bhabhi's wax gave Atul's lean body the courage to climb the garden. Atul took a deep breath, glancing at the giraffe's dock-like table. Neil Arm Strong and Tenzing Hillary reached the gardener from Atul Earth with the responsibility of climbing the moon and Everest. If Neil Armstrong had taken Annie's wife with him to the moon, the spots we see on the moon today would have gone out into the smoke.

Seeing six bags lying horizontally, two sacks, three boxes and a packed bag, Atul felt that the condition of the gardener has become exactly like our country. In the garden of his house, there is a space that can accommodate two incomparable people standing horizontally. Which surprised Atul. Atul opened the first bag from the gardener, imagining in vain that Sairam's bag might have been folded and put in this big bag.

As soon as he opened the bag, Atul fell into the past. Some rare college-age letters, photographs of friends, truncated birthday gift clocks, unreachable earrings, and poor tenth- and twelfth-grade marksheets were handed out like Shabri's bore. Atul Maliya also turned red-yellow-blue with the greenish memories of the glorious past as the archeologist like Rajino turns red when the remains of Harappan culture are found while digging the gutters. If this marksheet gets into the hands of children, and if it is posted on Facebook, then the reputation of Dhajagara will also be tarnished. This enigmatic material, like a once-in-a-lifetime sweet flower, now feels like RDX to Atul. The MLA-MP who broke away from the ruling party, as soon as the party seemed to be in opposition, began to grab this enigmatic material. Thinking that the bag would have been in his wife's hand just before the Diwali fog, Atul pressed the bottom of the enigmatic material bag and closed the bag in the same way as the Home Minister closes the cabinet minister's brother-in-law's file. While opening the other bag, I saw Atul of my bag lying in Mumbai's diarrhea.

But as he was about to remove the box next to him, the cat, who was hiding there, jumped up. Atul jumped out of the garden with this unexpected cat-attack on Atul's chest. One of Atul's hands got stuck in the handle of my heavy bag and he got stuck on the back of my bag. what happened ? At the same time, the sister-in-law waited in the Gaunsota room to find out. At the same time, the handle of the bag was broken and Atul fell down. Both the couples were 'anointed' with the luggage in my bag. You wondered how Atul's Diwali would have gone after such an incident. Smile Ram of Sairam

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