Ki kitna achha hota...

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 Ki kitna achha hota  ager meri wo kursii jisse Maine kuch mahino pehle hi pure aadhe ghante ke mol bhaoo ke baad  puree 200 rupee ki bachatt se kharida tha, wo bas 2 inch aur lumbi aur 2 inch aur chauri hotti, to sayad Mai  wo tool jo bare hi mehnat se khoj ke nikali gyi thi wo uss kursi pe tika paati aur, diwal ki uss uchai pe pohonch paati jahan banane waale ne bulb atkane ki jagah ko kuch zyada hi apni saan se jodte hue kuch aise uchai pe uska thikhana banaya h jo mere achhe khaase lumbe vektitvav pe chindi hone ka ahsas karata h, aur bare hi asani se uss bulb ko badal paati jo diee gye samai se pehle hi apna fuse off kerke, yuhin andhere me sarmaye baitha h, abb haal ye h ki ek tarf wo kursi 2inch lambe aur chaure na hone ke gum me gamgin h to dusri aur wo tool apni chaar tanngo ko samet na paane ke taqlif se paresan , aur uper laga wo bulb v mayus para, khud ki bajaye dusron se rosni ki aas ker rha , aur phir mai jo inn teen mayush logon ke beech diwal se tagge apni sararik uchai ke gamandh ko chackna chur kerte hue, uss doodh ke lie paresan hun jo mere usse bhaoo na die jaane  pe muu phulaye abb tak phatt chuka h aur lo abb mujhe dudh ka nya packet laane jana parega, inn teen nikkamo ko yuhin chor ke ...


- GV

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