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- whose stick is its buffalo-madhusudan parekh

- Flats are furnished and basements are available. A big question of choice arose for us 'floor or basement'.

(Part-1)

A few years back we used to keep one thing in mind whenever we chose to settle in a new flat. We both liked it very much. It is a matter of hiccups. While selecting the newly constructed flats we strictly pay attention to whether they have traction system or not.

We both had the same passion for the craze, Monica inherited her passion from her pier. His mom and dad must have rocked him on a swing during his childhood. He would have enjoyed the slow jerking movements while holding it in his lap. Be that as it may, but she must have resorted to hiccups in life and in moments of relaxation in the flat.

I myself have been hanging out with my friends in my own house since childhood and then in my teenage years. The pullmen used to make our train roar and rock it, playing games of stations. It was a hobby from childhood to almost lifelong.

When we dip our noses in new flats, the very first flat is subject to our intense scrutiny. For years we both enjoyed the luxury of hitchhiking according to our respective circumstances. Those happy days of leisurely swinging have flown away with life. The world is changing. Nothing is destroyed. The old passes away and it is transformed and manifests as the new. After years of living happily at 'home' we were ready to enter the new world. Bhudharbhai, the builder of our society, was our dear and friend.

As soon as we talked to them about the flat, they got up and said, 'Hey, let me give you a favorite flat in the new society I have built. Equipped in every way. Nothing is lacking. Plenty of air and a large water tank at your service around the clock.'

It took us insistently into the newly created society. Freehold flats were set up on vast plots of land. The flats that were established in the society were being seen. Bhudharbhai stopped at a flat next to the last flat. 'Look! This is your flat. Up-to-date all the facilities, kitchen, bedroom, drawing room, storeroom this bathroom...' he started describing the flat in detail. We followed his lead. 'Why, is everything all right?'

Bhudharbhai asked thoughtfully, we hesitated. Consulted in private. And finally the wife took charge, 'Bhudharbhai, there is room for hiccups and hiccups in this...'

Bhudharbhai laughed: 'Hey sister! Where is the space for hichka in a new flat? Now some flats are like half houses? A lot has to fit into a narrow space.' You will not find any hitch in the flat of now. We were crushed. In the old house, we used to sit and swing with our feet in the moments of relaxation.

It was said to me: 'After retirement, a good time is spent sitting comfortably on the sofa, reading the papers or chatting with the wife. In old age, hitchhikers become very useful companions.'

Bhudharbhai taunted a little bewildered, 'Now where is there to live so much that you need a hitch?'

We were offended by his joking words. 'We don't want a flat if we don't have room to move.' We strongly told Bhudharbhai, 'You come and see the society flats. If you find any problem, tell me.' Sir! Gone are the days of hiccups. The old goes and the new comes.

You will not find hiccups or amenities in any flat.

We were disappointed. 'Now the glory of Hinchaka is gone. Old not so much gold. The whole world is changing. Everything changes. No, we gave up the idea of ​​hiccups and started looking at other flats. In a couple of flats, we had Maliya take his place.' A couple of flats had a basement system below. That too is a new age innovation. We looked at both types of flats in detail, the inspection fell.

Now stuck in a new idea. Flats are furnished and basements are available. A big question of choice arose for us 'Attic or Basement'.

I like a flat with a basement, I opted for it so that the grain water bins, storage etc. can be safely stored in it. Nothing is spoiled. And cool in summer too. The wife immediately protested, 'And the grain has to be washed when the monsoon floods.'

I argued, 'If we don't want a basement, let's get a flat with a floor, but we need a ladder or a horse to climb up to the floor.'

Wife says: 'Should we arrange it?'

I joked: 'But if we bring a horse, he'll go off to do horse riding.'

The wife's beak did not sink, she was watching with wide eyes.

I blurted out, 'Now the neighbors think that our neighbor had it, if not us.'

Wife Jara Munzai I said: 'We will make the neighbors not let us ride horses.'

The wife says: 'That's our question, a nun will be a hundred tugs. There will be a rift in the relationship.' The tool is ours and uses others.

The wife says: 'It is time to worry about the future. Must have a floor. Finally we chose such a flat. Our flat belongs to the gardener.'