That afternoon Dadi Jaan resembled a Dracula all ready to pounce on the girl sitting in front of her. The way her murderous eyes glared at the young girl in front of her eyes, it alarmed everyone present in the living area of the Haveli.
“Zahabia, tum toh kuch kha hi nahi rahi ho.” Parisa tried to distract a very nervous Zahabia getting intimidated by the old lady giving her angry looks.
(Zahabia, you are not eating anything.)
Zahabia smiled and took a samosa from the platter Parisa offered.
“Hamare zamaane mein toh ladkiya buzurgo ke saamne sar dhak kar aur nazar jhuka kar rakhti thi.” Dadi Jaan taunted the poor girl.
(In our times girls used to keep their heads covered and eyes lowered in the presence of elders.)
“Aur hamare zamaane mein ye buddhiya laaj sharam ke taane maar maar kar hamari zindagi haraam kar ke rakhti hai.” Parisa thought to herself.
(And in our times these old women make our lives hell by taunting us on the name of modesty.)
“Ammi, zamaana ab badal chuka hai.” Akbar said a bit sternly, defending his son's choice.
(Ammi, time has changed.)
“Aur apno ki fitrat bhi.” Dadi Jaan taunted him.
(And family's nature too.)
“Girgit ke muh se yeh baat shobha nahi deti.” Parisa thought.
(This statement doesn't suit a chameleon's mouth.)
“Zahabia beti, hum jald aapke ghar Alam ke liye aapka hath mangne aayenge. Aap apne ghar walo ko iqtila kar dijiyega.” Akbar told her with a fatherly smile.
(Zahabia daughter, we will soon come to your home with Alam's proposal for you. You inform your family about it.)
“Jee, uncle.” Zahabia nodded smilingly.
“Abba, mai soch raha tha ke rukhsathi hum Dadi ke janaaze ke baad hi kare.” Well, Alam had a valid reason to say that. Dadi Jaan would definitely make Zahabia's life hell in her remaining life.
(Abba, I was thinking that Rukhsati should happen after Dadi's funeral.)
“Haaye Allah! Mere saamne mere marne ki baatein ho rahi hai. Yeh dinn dekhne se pehle mai mar kyun nahi gayi.” Dadi began beating her chest while yelling out loud.
(Oh God! They are discussing my death right in front of me. Why I didn't die before witnessing this day?)
“Koi baat nahi, Dadi Jaan. Do teen saal mein woh bhi ho jayega.” Parisa tried to console her, but of course her sharp tongue betrayed her.
(Don't worry, Dadi Jaan. That will also happen in two-three years.)
Dadi glared at her as if she will eat her alive any given moment.
“Alam, acha kiya jo tune iss meesni ko talak de diya.”
(Alam, good thing you divorced this two-faced girl.)
“I know, Dadi. Mai musibat ko soongh kar pehchan leta hoon.” Alamgeer grinned at Parisa's beizzati.
(I recognise trouble just by smelling it.)
“Insaan ka naak hai yaa kutte ka?” Parisa fired back.
(Is it a human's nose or a dog's?)
“Zubaan hai yaa kainchi?” Alamgeer gave her an equal comeback.
(Is it a tongue or scissors?)
“Ghar hai yaa paagal khana?” Zahabia thought to herself.
(Is it a home or an asylum?)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Harfan Maula ✓
RomanceA Cluster Of Short Stories Started on Feb 28, 2022 Ended on March 01, 2023
