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गरीब और अमीर की होली||Garib aur Amir ki Holi||hindi kahaniyan||moral Holi stories||holi celebration!

#गरीब_और_अमीर_की_होली ||Garib_aur_Amir_ki_Holi || hindi_kahaniyan||moral_Holi"stories || holi celebration...! #GaribaurAmirkiHoli #GaribvsAmirHoli #Garibkaholicelebration #jhilmilmagicalstory #GaribmabetikiHoli #naiBahukiHoli #hindikahaniya #moralhindikahani #moralkahaniya #hindimoralstory #sasbahukahniya #garibbahu #garibbahustory #nandbhabhistory title----Holi_of_poor_and_rich....! Yashika; Mom, why is there dal and rice in dinner today? Neel: We have to eat pasta, not this dirty dal and rice. Poonam: (shouting) Amrita, Amrita, come out quickly. Amrita: (low voice) Yes mistress, tell me. Poonam: (angrily) Why, you idiot, when I had already told you that there will be pasta for dinner tonight, then why did you make this dal and rice..? Amrita: (low voice) Madam, there were so many tasks in the evening that it slipped my mind. Poonam: (angry) Pick up all this food and throw it outside and quickly make pasta for all of us. Amrita: Mistress, if I throw away so much food, it will be a waste of food. Poonam: So what, we are short of money, quickly pick it up, throw it out and quickly cook food for all of us. Narrator: Hearing the words of her mistress Poonam, poor maid Amrita picks up all the food from the dining table and takes it to the kitchen. Amrita; (Crying) Oh God, we poor people here are yearning for a single loaf of bread and how these rich people are wasting food. I can't throw away so much food. My family can eat it comfortably for two days. Narrator: Amrita quickly packs all the food in foil and takes it to her home, hiding it from everyone, which her children eat with great gusto. Row: Mom, this dal and rice is very good. Kabir: For so many days, my stomach was hurting after eating dry bread and onion chutney, but today I am feeling very good after eating this dal and rice. Amit: (crying) God don't show such days even to the enemy, I have been trying for a long time to get a good job but I am not getting a job anywhere, it is very sad to see my children craving even for food like this. Poonam: (crying) Don't cry like this, have faith in God, one day you will get a good job somewhere, as long as I am doing the job. Next day…. Poonam: (gently) Keep all these decorative items here. Amrita: (gently) Mistress, why so many decorative items..? Is there going to be any celebration at home..? Poonam :( getting angry) What can be expected from poor people and servants like you. Next week is Holi and I have ordered all this stuff for the preparation of Holi. Amrita: (in mind) I had forgotten that Holi is coming. Poonam: (angry) Now will she just stand here and look at my face or will she go and do her work. Amrita: (gently) Mistress, it is Holi next week. There is nothing special for the Holi festival at home. Can I get some money in advance? Poonam: (angrily) Your salary was given only 2 weeks ago, you are not going to get any advance, did you understand? Amrita: (crying) Mistress, don't do this, if you will not give advance then how will I and my family celebrate the festival of Holi..? Poonam: (interrupting) It is not necessary for you poor people to celebrate Holi festival, these festivals are only for rich people like us. Narrator: After listening to Poonam, Amrita is unable to say anything further and starts doing her work with tears in her eyes. Next day's scene... Row: Mom, Mom, today is our school holiday, take us along with you. Kabir: Yes mom, what will we do alone at home..? Amrita: Okay children, but don't go there and do any mischief. Narrator: Amrita takes both the children to her mistress's house and makes them sit in the corner and starts doing her work when Kabir and Pankti notice the gulal and big pitchers on the dining table in front, seeing which she quickly Goes to them. Kabir: (happy) Pankti, look how big this Pichkari is. Pankti: (happily) And this Pichkari is exactly like a gun and look at this, it is a Pichkari with a bag. Narrator: Both Kabir and Pankti pick up the pitcher from the dining table and start playing, when Neel and Yashika come there, seeing the two children playing with their pitchers, both of them go to them and take their respective pitchers from them and push them on the ground. Are. Both children together…..aaaaa Narrator: Hearing the shouting of Pankti and Kabir, Poonam and Amrita come there. Amrita: (nervous) What happened children..? Yashika: These two touched our water guns, so we pushed them away. Amrita: (crying) The children were only touched, what was there to push them? Look, both my children got hit. Poonam: (angrily) How dare you talk to my children like this, my children have at least pushed them. If it were me, I would have slapped both of them hard. Narrator: Amrita gets very angry after hearing Poonam's words but without saying anything she silences both her children and takes them home.