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Ram Ram babuji!

- Ram Ram babuji!
- Kaise ho Munna?
- Aapki kripa babuji. Sabh kushal mangal hain.
- Shaadi kiye ho kya?
- Haan babuji. Pichle saal Pitaji lugai le aaye mere liye.
- Bohut acche. Ab kaha kaam karte ho?
- Ab to hum Bambai mein rahte hain. Parivaar ko bhi saath le gaye hain. Ab to wohi pe basera hain.
- Kya kaam hain? Tankha accha mil jata hai? Mumbai mein to bohut mehengai hain!
- Yahi airport mein hain kaam... Kalkatta mein jis kampany mein thay wohi kampany ne bheja hain bambai ka kaam sambhalne... unh... ab aap se kya chupana malik... jab gaye thay to laga tha bohut tankha mil raha hain.. lekin ab to thora mushkil lagat rahi
- Toh company walon ko bolna chahiye tumhe...
- Ab kya kahe babuji... company ka jo halat hain... woh log to kah rahe hain ki tankha kum karenge... 
- Haan.. aaj kal toh charo taraf yehi sunne ko mil raha hain... 
- Humaari baatein bohut hui.. Bohut dino ke baad aapse mulakaat hui..  Aap batao.. aap kaise ho? Bhabhi ji... Rinti baby kaisi hain? Ab to iskool shuru ho gaya hoga... 
- Hum log thik thak hain Munna... Sab tumhe bohut yaad karte hain... woh derdh din jab tum humare saath tum train mein safar kiye thay.. aisa lagta hain ki kal hi ki baat hain... derdh din mein kisi ke saath itna ghul mil jana... sach bolun to kaafi hairani ki baat hain...Aur haan Rinti to abhi 1st standard mein hain... Wohi Dilli mein hi parti hain... Abhi to exam chal raha hain.. 
- Bohut accha.. bhagwan kare Rinti baby bohut aage jaaye... 
- Chalo Munna... mera flight ka time ho raha hain.. Yeh mera card lo.. Apna phone number dena... agli baar aaunga to der se milunga..
- Yeh mera card hain babuji... is mein hi number hain.. aap se milkar bohut accha laga... Ram Ram!
- Ram Ram!

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