Mother’s Day aya nahi ke humne plan bana liya we’ll give our moms a gift or make them brunch. But unse pucha kisi ne unhe actually kya chahiye? I did.
Aur maine pure 30 min dant bhi khayi.
Here’s what she said:

 

“Agar hamare liye three course meal banane ki jagah roz apne bartan khud dho loge aur khali paani ki bottle bhar ke fridge mei rakh doge toh hamare par aapki bahut kripa hogi.”

 

“Aao, aaj hum se class le chalo to understand the difference between dhaniya and pudina, isse acha kya gift hoga.”

 

“Aur ek toh apna room saaf karliya karo roz, kabaad khaana bana ke rakha hua hai. Abhi Bumble pe video call ho to dekho kaise room saaf hota hai inka, mai bol du toh jaan nikal jati hai.”

 

“Hum tumhare diye hue expensive bag se khushi nahi milti. Jab tum hume woh bag dete ho, tab tum jitne khush hote ho, hume uss khushi se khushi milti hai. Khushi Caption!” (ok ur right, she didn’t say this).

 

“Beta, I don’t want a big car or a fancy house, all I truly want is a big car and a fancy house for you.

AND for you to get up before 12 in the afternoon. Bohot hi meharbani hogi aapki madam ji”

 

“Ek toh jhuth bolna band kardo, maa hun tumhari. ‘Mai Priya ke ghar jaa rahi hun’ Priya ki mummy meri bhi friend hai, aur mujhe pata hai Priya se milne ja rahi ho ya Bumble date se.”

 

“Ek toh ye phone zara khidki se bahar faek do, ban jaayega mera Mother’s Day bas.”

 

“Roz jab mai khane ke liye bullaun toh ek baar mei jaya karo. Apne kapde fold karke rakha karo. Apne socks mat ghumaya karo. Apna room saaf kar liya karo. 2 minute mujhe bhi saans lene diya karo. Macchar ki tarah mere peeche bhinbhinaana band kardo.

Aur bolo kya ho gaya tera post?

 

Cannot escape the savage daants of our moms. Impossible hai.