अमीर Vs गरीब की होली || Amir Vs Garib Ki Holi || Jugalbandi Magical Stories || Hindi Cartoon Stories

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Scene... sitting in the hut with a plate.
Sona...Mishri Didi, how much longer will it take, has the fair become a sugar cake?
Mishri..Yes, take your little sugar paratha.
Narr.. As soon as Mishri puts the paratha in the plate, poor 4 year old Sona starts eating it hurriedly, then Raju says angrily.
Raju.. Didi Didi, I also want to eat sugar paratha, give me paratha too.
Mishri...But Raju, there was a little sugar, after filling it, I gave paratha to Sona and I gave it to you to eat roti.
Raju,...angrily) No no no, I will also eat the paratha, Sona, come on, give me half the paratha too.
Narr... Raju starts fighting with Sona for paratha, and a scuffle starts between the two children.
Sleep..?Crying) Didi didi dethon na laaju bhaiya they are snatching my parotta, I will not give it ahuhuhhh huhhhh
Narr,...,Seeing such irony of poverty, sixteen year old Mishri's heart becomes small, then outside her hut a rich arrogant Roma speaks arrogantly
Roma....Angrily) Oh poor girl, you poor people have created a mess, you have spread the dirt on our walls too, go ahead and clean it.
Narr...Saying this, the rich Roma very brutally pulls the hand of the poor Mishri and brings him out, in fact Roma was the daughter-in-law of the big bungalow in the neighborhood, so the same Mishri's hut was in a very dilapidated condition in comparison to hers, where she somehow managed to live with her siblings. Life was going on in poverty, the festival of colors Holi was about to come, hence RomaWork was going on in the big bungalow, there was a wall standing between the houses which divided them into rich and poor, Mishri used to collect cow dung from the streets and sell it by making cow dung cakes.
Roma... come on quickly, clean everything, if you remove even one trace, I will rub it on your face, anyway poor people like you don't even have the money to buy color and gulal.
Nar... Seeing Mishri's poor clothes, both Roma's children Mayank and Shreya said with a wink.
Eyelid..? Itrakar), Yakkkk Mayank Bhaiya, these poor people are so dirty
Mayank, you know Palak, they don't even have clothes to wear.
Narr.. hearing this. Then Mishri got upset and said
Mishri (crying) Madam, I have cleared it.
Roma...Sweeping) Okay, okay, now let's go (shouting) Oh brother, you have not painted the outside wall yet, the entire inside bungalow is still left to be painted and wall puttyed and to give a good look to this loan area. .
Man...hesitates) Madam ji, you are getting all this done, is there going to be a marriage in this house?
Roma.Arrogantly) Brother, there is going to be a Holi party, not a wedding here.
Man...so what? You are getting this expenditure of lakhs done for Holi party.
Roma...of course,... because the Holi party of rich houses like ours is very grand...not like the poor people, they put ₹ 10 packet of Gulal, take it and Holi is done.
Narr... Saying this, Roma's words reflected pride in money, hearing which Mishri said sadly while leaving the bungalow.
Mishri...The rich have so much money, that's why they don't even think of spending lakhs of rupees on Holi and Diwali, and there are poor people like us, who don't even get two meals a day, leave alone celebrating the festival, it's like this. Days pass, now people selling color and gulal also start coming in the streets.
The street vendor..Shouting) Loji has arrived, herbal gulal of Holi, blue, yellow, green, pink, come, come, dear children, there are balloons too, gulal and colorful sprinklers too.
Narr... Then seeing the rose seller, both of Mishri's siblings start insisting on buying it.
Sona...insists) Didi Didi give me your ass, I want Pichkari
Raju... Yes didi, I also want a Pichkari, please get it.
Mishri...Raju Sona, I don't have money to get you Pichkari.
Narr.. Hearing this, Raju says with a sigh