गरीब का जादूई बैगन || Garib Ka Jadaui Began || Jugalbandi Magical Stories || Hindi Cartoon Story.

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Scene...washing the utensils
Meena... Ohoho, how stubborn the stain has settled in the pan, it refuses to come off.
I still have to cook food, hey, brinjals have grown among the plants, the courtyard looks so green with these trees....hey, quickly wash the utensils, I have to go to the fields too, I will pluck the brinjals and make them, and I have to make roti only. How long will it take?
Narr...75 year old Meena was washing the utensils while her grandchildren Dhani and Alok were sitting in the hut studying. Meena started cooking in the smoke of the stove.
Meena.., coughs) Ahuhuhhh ahuhhh, this stove is smoking a lot today, it is very difficult to cook food after all the farming, I am not getting time to cook the food.
Natr... Then seeing the vegetables burning on the stove, sixteen year old Dhani said
Dhaani.. hey grandma the vegetables are burning
Meena...What should I do, Dhani daughter, your grandmother's eyes can't see well.
Dhaani..Grandma, I will prepare the food from today onwards.
Meena... Oh no dear, just study and write, you want to become a big man, leave this struggle to me.
Narr... Dhani said looking at grandmother Meena's burnt and weak body with tearful eyes
Dhani...Grandmother, if Baba were alive today, you would not have had to work so hard for us.
Narr...After the death of her daughter-in-law, Meena had brought up her two grandchildren, hence both of them understood her pain and suffering. Meena could not see much through her eyes, hence her hands and feet would often get burnt while cooking, from that day onwards. Dhani took the responsibility of cooking, Meena went to the field, the season of cultivation of brinjal is at its peakThat's why Meena is working in the brinjal field of Seth Lalchand. Meena grows brinjal without adding harmful fertilizers, she has a lot of knowledge about this thing, despite knowing this, Lalchand does not take Meena's name for his own benefit.
Lalchand.. Oh Meena aunty, if you come so late, then all you laborers on the farm are busy in tilling the fields since morning.
Meena...Maalik, I am suffering from knee pain, that is why I came late today.
Lalchand...After sweeping) Now don't cry sad, and let's make beds for all the brinjals and water them well and yes, there are a lot of weeds in the field, clean that too.
Narr... Meena would take care of those brinjals like a child, like the brinjals sown in her courtyard, and share her sorrows and happiness with them.
Meena..., there is more sorrow for a few days, then when my grandchildren will become capable, then I too will not have to earn money by breaking bones.
Narr... After a long day, Lalchand gives money to everyone in the evening but when it is Meena's turn, he grumbles out of greed.
Lalchand... grumbling) This blind old lady can't see, I give her fifty rupees.
narr... When Lalchand gives ₹50 to Meena she says
Meena... Hey boss, what are you giving me, I have worked so hard all day in this field, hungry and thirsty, and you are just giving me ₹ 50.
Narr...but shook that poor guy off and said
Lalchand..., look aunty, you don't do any special work in the fields, I am so generous in the fields that I am giving you ₹ 50, otherwise you don't even do work worth ₹ 20.
Take it or get fucked
Narr.. Seeing the face of her grandchildren, Meena took fifty and moved towards home with tears.
Meena...Crying) In this world, in front of the rich, the hard work of the poor is worth only these 10, 20 and 50 rupees. It seems that God has not written in the fate of me a poor person to have a happy and peaceful life, now I will survive only by selling brinjals from my courtyard.
Narr...The next day she is plucking the brinjals in the courtyard, when the neighbor Jagdhar comes and greedily asks for the brinjals.
Meena...Take brinjal, fresh brinjal, whether you make bharta brinjal or make masala brinjal.