Mujhe kabhi-kabhi aisa mahshoosh hota hai ki meri jimmedaariyaan abb kucch had tak jaroor badh gai hai.
Mere ghar me ek chotki jo aai hai.
Main kabhi-kabhi usske baare me sochkar apne me hee hastaa hoon.
Aisa sochta hoon ki ,wo jab badi ho jaaegi toh bolego-Aap naa,aap naa,har baat me philosophy hee dete hain,mere mann kaa koi kucch naa hone deta hai naa karne deta.
Aap naa bass.Kya jab mere umar me aisi philosophy sunte the toh accha kya lagta tha.
Main bolungaa-Arre nahin re chotki tum toh bass humhee par attack kartee ho.
Jo karna hai bass apne man se or poori lagan se karo naa,tumhe koi nahin rokega.
Bass itna sunkar wo kahegi-Lele..
.aap naa,aap naa duniyaa ke sabse acche mama ho.
Phir kya wo bhi khoosh or main bhi best mama kaa upaadhi paakar gadgad
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