Closing the closet.

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- We came to Jose from our wife's Raad as Rajput does not hide when we cry

'Do you have any idea how many years it took us to install the furniture?'

This sudden question from Mrs. made my mind run in that direction.

Five years had passed since we settled in the flat. At that time, accepting his wife's theory of 'collecting expenses', we set up a chair-table for consumption in addition to a good closet.

Now Dussehra-Diwali were peeping from a distance to break into the house. On Diwali, our daughter-in-law was probably coming from Bengaluru to stay in her flat for four or five days. So it is natural that we should come there to salute.

At the time of his visit, how does the furniture in our flat feel like 'pension eating' and running?

Mrs. said in a low voice,

I made a good suggestion to save costs. 'Let's get some paint in it. The whole flat has not been painted yet. '

'Where's the flat painting? But look at the condition of the furniture! Our table is buzzing. One of the foundations of the chair is rocking. The cover of the sofa cushion is cracked. And when he opens the door of the vault, he chuckles. There is a special need for a new closet. '

We vowed to install a new closet on Dussehra; But in the meantime, our steel closet tightened in the monsoon rains. Her door slammed shut, and she often needed to open it. The real monopoly of opening the closet was kept by our Mrs. Emma was probably a precious 'grass'.

But a miserable wife made a 'manly' attempt to open the closet to get something valuable out of the closet. Shake it a little. Pulling the handle.

But in the rainy cold weather, the door may have frozen. He must have had a cold. That is why he did not even appreciate the hardness of Mrs.'s soft hand.

Mrs.'s 'Purushartha' was lost, so she called on her husband to show her masculinity. Jose came as if he knew he was going to have a big adventure. 'This door doesn't open. If you open it ... '

We approached the door and stared at it. But Jadavastu completely ignored Tratak.

We took the case to open the door, made such a gesture even though the shirt was not on the left side and pulled the handle by pressing it in our palm. The door knocked slightly.

We got so brave that Mrs. worried that this hero might pull out the handle of the closet.

"If you don't pull the whole handle," he shouted.

Saying 'don't worry', we tightened the handle in the palm of our hand and pulled it. The door rang out in protest.

The wife insisted again: 'If only the handle did not fall off completely.'

We came to Jos from our wife's Raad as Rajput does not hide when we cry.

We pulled the handle harder and the handle slipped out of the bag and we retreated. But survived a hefty collision with a nearby pillar.

The wife spoke with panicked passion: 'Ouch! Let it be This is not your job. '

The lost warrior huddled behind, knowing Mrs. 'Now what? While he was busy worrying about, his nearest neighbor Biharilal 'Kashik' arrived after hearing the noise.

'what happened ? What's the matter? ' As soon as she asked this, Mrs. gestured with her hand in front of the cupboard and in front of the lost fighter.

Although we were a little defeated, Khumari said, "Nothing special, but this door of the closet has become a little tight in the rain and I decided to open it."

Seeing Biharilal's big paw-b steps, his wife got a little courage.

We retreated but did not defend 'Vaniya Mustache Nichi'. "It's just that the closet door has gotten a little tighter in the rain."

Biharilal came to the closet.

The closet was proudly pitched in its original ruab.

Biharilal came to the door of the closet. Mrs. and I are now eagerly awaiting what the mighty paw-bee does.

He inspected the closet as a doctor would. 'Oh! None of this is a big deal. ' With that he grabbed the handle in his palm and then kicked Jode's door hard. As soon as he kicked the side door, the first door slammed shut. Biharilal pulled it out from the handle and opened it.

We now realize that kicking the second door, which we are looking at in amazement, opens the door, which is tightened.

As soon as Biharilal opened the whole door, new saris, ironed clothes, etc. started raining from the cupboard above the cupboard. A closed delicate box also fell down with the sound.

The wife panicked. Her jewelry was in it, but it was not revealed, and she quickly grabbed it.

Like Bihari Lal's good neighbor, 'Is there nothing else to do?' Saying goodbye.

The wife began to regret the dirty saris lying on the floor.

But somehow the cold of the closet in the rain subsided.