#जादूई_मटका_लस्सी_बेचने_वाली_अनाथ_बहने || Jaadui_Matka_lassi_bechne_wali_Anath_behne || Mixed_chacha_Story..!
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#Orphan_sisters_selling_magical_Matka_Lassi.....!
Tara: (Khushi) Wow baba what a lassi you have made, no one can make Matka Lassi like you
Mohini: (Khushi) The kids are right, I don't know how you make such good Matka Lassi
Shyam: (Khushi) This is just the grace of Banke Bihari
Tara: (Khushi) One day baba, we will also make Matka Lassi just like you and open a big restaurant, then you will take care of that restaurant, then you will not have to go out everyday in the hot sun to sell Matka Lassi
Shyam: (Khushi, emotional) May God fulfill all your dreams
Scene change….
Postman: (Shouting) Is anyone at home?
Scene change….
Shyam: Who is it at this time?
Mohini: You sit, I will see.
Narrator: Saying this, Mohini goes out of the house.
Postman: Yes, this is the house of Shri Shyam ji.
Mohini: Yes.
Postman: Take this, a letter has come in his name.
Narrator: The postman gives the letter to Mohini and goes away, after which Mohini takes the letter and goes to Shyam.
Mohini: Whose letter is this?
Shyam: That is aunty from Ramnagar, right? This is her letter. Her health is very bad, that is why she has called us to meet her.
Mohini: Then we should leave immediately.
Shyam: Son, we are going for two days. Till then, you both take good care of the house. We will try to return as soon as possible.
Tara: Okay, Baba.
Narrator: Shyam and Mohini quickly pack their things and catch a bus and leave for Ramnagar. The road was going through a hilly area. Shyam and Mohini were about to reach Ramnagar after travelling for several hours when suddenly a landslide occurs on the mountains due to which a big stone falls on their bus and every passenger in the bus dies by getting buried under the stone. And in no time, both sisters Pankti and Tara become orphans.
Pankti: (crying) Didi, why did mother and father leave us? Why did God take our parents away from us?
Tara: (crying) You know, God calls good people to himself quickly. The parents were also good people, that's why God called them to himself.
Narrator: Both the sisters are crying hugging each other when their landlord Bhajanlal comes there.
Bhajanlal: (angrily) If you both sisters are done crying then pay the rent of my house.
Tara; (Crying) Bhajanlal ji what are you saying, you know that our parents are no more in this world, how will we pay the rent, for God's sake have mercy on us
Bhajanlal: (Angry) Okay, I am giving you a month's time, if you don't pay my rent within a month, then vacate the house yourself
Narrator: After saying this, Bhajanlal leaves from there
Pankathi: (Emotional) Didi, from where will we bring the money now
Tara: (Emotional) Now we will do the same thing that our Baba used to do, I have seen Baba making Matka Lassi many times, now we will also make and sell Matka Lassi like him
Narrator: Both the sisters together set curd in the pot and after setting the curd, the way Sham used to make Matka Lassi by adding sugar in the curd, mixing it well and adding cream on it, both the sisters do the same and make Matka Lassi on their Baba's cart and go to sell it
Tara: (Shouting) Take the Matka Lassi, take the cold, sweet Matka Lassi
Customer: 1,,,, give me 1 glass of Matka Lassi
Tara: Take this Sir
Customer: 1 (Angry) Is this Matka Lassi or some sour water? All your Matka Lassi is bad.
Pankti: (Helpless) No Sir, we have made this Matka Lassi early in the morning, so how can it be bad?
Customer: 1 (Angry) If you don't believe it, try it yourself.
Narrator: As soon as both the sisters drink the Matka Lassi, they immediately spit it out. Due to the heat, all the Matka Lassi had become sour and spoiled, due to which both the sisters again prepare curd for the Matka Lassi, but due to the heat, the curd keeps curdling again and again.
Pankti: (Sad) What is this Didi today? Then this curd split, why is this curd not setting?
Tara: (sad) Pankti, my sister, don't worry, it is summer, that is why this curd is splitting. We will do one thing, we will tie a wet cloth around this pot, who knows the curd may split due to its coolness.
Narrator: Both the sisters tie a wet cloth on the pot, due to which the curd does not split, but this time also people do not like the lassi made by Tara and Pankti, due to which both the sisters earn almost nothing.
Pankti: (sad) Didi, till when will we keep eating rice and dal like this?