Story of Every House wife in English

Story of Every House wife

The ticking clock did not know when in their eyes it made me a volcano from the moon.  did not realize !  Telling the truth, the heat of our relationship also passed between the passing days.  Eating - drinking, getting up - sitting, going everywhere, dying on each other.  .  .  Looked like a dream.  Taking a shower as before!  Wrangling over the matter has become our destiny.  It was an evening when we met for the first time and did not know how many dreams were woven.  Felt - The whole work has been confined in the region.  From that day itself, she started thinking of herself as the luckiest wife in the world.  What I knew was that all the Armaans, who play the responsibility of the mother-in-law, sister-in-law, brother-in-law and children, will scorch in the household chulha!  Like crusher bulls were crushed in such a way that the couple got angry.  Do not know whether they remember that today our thirty-fifth marriage is anniversary.  .  .  It was morning to evening.  Sir did not even speak directly.  The debate starts as soon as it comes in front.  .  .  My condition is simply that the situation does not matter without talking.  No matter how hard I want to be, I melt on seeing them.

'Reena.  .  O.  .  .  Reena.  .  .  His voice dissolved sleepiness.  I got up from the bed, and quickly reached them.  - 'Going to the park, close the door.  'Should I go too?  'These words slipped out of my mouth spontaneously.  His silent eyes kept me home for a while and I stuttered, scratching the ground with my fingernails.  ' Let's go .  .  .  .  'As soon as I heard the storm came to an end in my mind.  I also walked along.

Same in front, Gajre's old shop.  Eyes were stunned there, while their eyes were fixed on the mind.  There was a time, when returning from the office every day from here, they used to bring a gajra for me.  ' Hey !  Where did it go?  'I looked back and was shocked.  Gajre stood in front of the store with his hands extended.  The shopkeeper wrapped the gajra in paper and gave it as his direction changed.  I quickly reached and started walking together without saying anything.  Both came back home.  He opened the paper pedestal and stood in front of it with moist eyes.  'Happy Anniversary Reena,' said softly while wrapping a gajra in a pair.  .  .  Time has turned again.  'Unexpected, melodious voice sparked a burning body.  The eyes could not believe for a moment!  All the complaints - the complaints flowed in a raging impulse.

'Mother is alive!  '

Since childhood, Bapu (Father)was always seen drunk.  Lan.  Father's glimpse was never seen in him.  Tall stature, strong hands, bent shoulders, stuttering gait.  .  .  !  Whenever he saw them entering the house, he would tremble that the mother would have to hear the abuses again.  Mother used to live like a friend.  Bapu would have just shouted, "Please, don't shout. We will never make a mistake again!" I would have thought that Bapu was knocked out, but could never. Finally, he was my father. One day he was late  Came home at night. When I got in front, my mother hurled abuses at me. I did not answer. His anger grew. He pulled and slapped. Mother went to the kitchen  Leaving everything, came running to the cylinder. His anger did not stop. He pushed Bapu vigorously. Bapu fell like a cut tree. I wanted to move closer, but the mother raised her hand to make me do so.  Stopped. She said, "I will handle them. Go, read and handle life. Your mother is still alive." I kept looking at them thoughtlessly. Today the mother did not say that you are a child, go out to play.