Sisters in-law become mother

My mother died three months after Bhabhi got married in our house. I was not eight then. I am in class three. I don't have a sister at home. My father has been a patient patient ever since. The family seemed to want to become chaotic all of a sudden. Everyone said, this time their family will break up. When everyone was preparing to watch our family break up leela, Bhabhi showed the opposite leela. After my death, she came back as a new mother. Throwing away her body makeup, beautiful nail polish, bangles, tips, she picked up a bunch of cupboard keys, kitchen utensils, father's care, medicine, my reading, bathing, feeding, sleeping, everything, Everything. I do not understand what grief is. Of course, at first it felt a little bad. With the smell of my body, no one else can come to the world! But many can come with love. We do not say that he sees me just like a boy!

The future was more than that. How long have I broken it in the house by mischievousness. Even though my brother was angry for this, Bhabhi was not angry at all. He would rather explain to his brother, 'I have done so much in my short time. Nayan is like that too. Little people. Tell me, does he still understand?

The brother used to say, 'You are lifting Badrat with your head. Bhabhi used to laugh. She used to say, Look, Badar will be much bigger one day.

Dad used to call Bhabhi after a while. Once for medicine, once for pouring a little water because the head is hot, how much more for a little sherbet! Bhabhi would do everything with a smile. I never saw him get upset. But Bhabhi had a sadness in her mind. Of course, he never expressed this grief. People used to say, 'Ferry, don't you feel bad that you don't have children?

Bhabhi used to say in surprise, 'Who said I don't have children? Is Nayan not my child? Neighbors used to say, 'These are just word of mouth, not reality. What is the next child and one day one's own child?'

Bhabhi would be silent then. Then he would come home and teach me that day, and Billy would cut his head off and say, 'Nayan, what would you say to me? I would think for a long time and say, Brother.

Bhabhi used to blacken her face then. He used to say, 'I will never say brother again. I will say child. You are my child. I would bow my head to the right and say yes.

My father died after a long illness. I was studying in class seven then. The future is also very old in this house. So far, there is a smell of truth in her body. The look of the bride and groom has completely disappeared from the look. There is no father. I'm small. This is how the brother became at this opportunity. Nowadays, he can't stand Bhabhi at all. He puts her away saying that she is barren. Don't go to bed. In fact, he says to Bhabhi, 'You won't come to me.

Bhabhi used to say helplessly, 'Tell me where to go. Who else do I have besides you? Go away and see the idea. I don't have your place.

Bhabhi used to say, 'After Maya Mainash's marriage, the address is the same. Her husband's house. I will not go anywhere without this house.

The brother would grumble angrily and say, 'I will go, I will go. I will go a hundred times. I'm bringing things to go.

Bhabhi thought that her brother understood and said this on that day. But it was not a few days later. The brother has married a girl in truth. The wife has brought him home. This is the beginning of an indescribable leela at home. Those who were disappointed to see the leela of breaking up our family, now it is as if they just sat down to watch a new scene.

The new future is not as cheerful as ordinary girls. He is silent all the time. What she talks about at home with her brother. Kheya Bhabi has become like the furniture of this house. No one ever talks to her, no one ever thinks about her needs. He has to be insulted when he talks to his brother. The brother can raise his hand on the future without any reason. Husband's rights. Husband's right was only in case of his beating. Not in case of unhappiness. She could call an arbitrator at home if she wanted to. Neighbors used to say, 'Call the arbitrator wife. He needs to be severely punished for marrying without informing you.

But Bhabhi did not agree. He said, 'No matter how hard you try, love will not be realized. I will not be forced to keep the people who will push me away. I will not stay even if I keep them. I will go away one day.

Suddenly one day good news came to the house. The new future will have children. Brother, how happy she is! Kheya bhabi is also happy. A child will come to the house. No matter who she is, someone will come to call her father and father. He cooked good food for various positions and fed them with his own hands. But feeding these with joy is more time for him. The new sister-in-law whispered in her brother's ear that the ferry sister had prayed for their misfortune. Hearing this, the brother raised his hand on Bhabhi without thinking. He told Bhabhi clearly that night, 'I will divorce you. Bhabhi cried and grabbed her brother's leg. He said, 'Believe me, I have prayed for good.

The brother did not believe. That night, he ended all his relationship with Bhabhi by saying one divorce, two divorces, three divorces.

That night I was in a deep sleep. After waking up, Bhabhi kissed my forehead, then said in a tearful voice, 'Nayan, it's all over for me Ray! I never thought you would have to leave like this! I never imagined that I would leave this house before I died.

Bhabhi could not finish the words. She broke down in tears. After a while, Bhabhi stopped crying and said, 'I don't have any relationship with your brother anymore. Everything is broken. Can't you call me mother now?

How my eyes are suddenly blinking. How tears are coming from breaking the face. After many, many days, I thought of my mother. It seemed clear that my own mother was teaching me to call mother. He says, Baby, tell me, mother. I would pronounce. Like that day, I uttered again in broken words.

Bhabhi left us. Brother and new sister-in-law began to live like them. My life just turned upside down. After the death of my parents, I felt like I had become an orphan after many, many days. It seems that I have no one in this house anymore. I just wait to grow up. I strongly believe that one day I will grow up. That day I will find Bhabhi somewhere. I will bring him back to my house. On that day, of course, he will no longer have the identity of brother-in-law and sister-in-law. The identity will be mother-son. On that day, I will call her clearly Mom, not in broken words.