Gauri:
Guran read my fortune today.
Bhuvan:
So, what's the misfortune?
Gauri:
So mean! I won't tell you.
Bhuvan:
[laughs]
All right, tell me. Come on, tell me.
Gauri:
Guran said I'll put henna on my hands this year. I mean, get married.
Bhuvan:
Wow! That's great! Such happy news. You'll be dancing with joy. Who's the boy?
Gauri:
How would I know? Guran didn't tell me that. But, Guran said, for sure... the house I marry into will have a Neem tree in the courtyard, a big field beside the house, two cows, a pair of oxen, and three goats. Guran said my home will be a little heaven.
Bhuvan:
Wow! How wonderful! You're really lucky.
Gauri:
Lucky! You call this lucky?
Bhuvan:
Well, a little heaven of a home. What more do you want?
Gauri:
God knows what'll become of me! Well, Bhuvan, tell me one thing. What kind of girl do you like?
Bhuvan:
I... I will like only the girl whom my mother likes.
Gauri:
Whom your mother likes?
Bhuvan:
Yes.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:06