Here’s an overheard conversation between a father and a son sitting late evening at Girgaum Chowpatty. The son was collecting the sand, trying to make a sand castle. Son: Pappa, bada ghar banau yaa chota? Father (looks at his son trying so hard to collect the sand): Beta, chota ghar banaa. Son (looks at his father, then looks at the sand): Nahi, aapko bada ghar accha lagta hai naa. Main bada ghar banaunga.
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