गरीब बहू की पेड़ रसोई में चटपटे पकवान||Zesty dishes cooked by the poor daughter-in-law in the rustic

#garib_bahu_ki_ped_rasoi_chatpate_pakwan #गरीब_बहू_की_पेड़_रसोई_में चटपटे_पकवान #Zesty_dishes_cooked_by the_poor_daughter-in-law_ in_the_rustic (sawati) #animtedstories​ #hindicartoonstory​ #cartoonkahaniya​ #cartoonAnimtedCartoonvideos​ #Hindistories​ #Hindicartoonvideo​ #Hindicartoonstories​ #hindistory​ #hindikahaniya​ #sasbahu​ #sasbahukajhghda​ #naitikkahanai​ #stories​ #newstories​ #garibkikahani​ #sasbahuladai​ #sasbahukalesh Spicy dishes in a poor daughter-in-law's kitchen during the rains* Mother-in-law: Kamala Devi, 45, Father-in-law: Mohan Ji, 47, Son: Raghu, 30, Daughter-in-law: Neha, 28, Narration: Dark clouds have been hovering over Rampur village since morning. Suddenly, heavy rain begins. The mud of the village's mud houses begins to soak in. Kamala Devi's small mud house is surrounded by water. The stove near the door is completely soaked. Rainwater is constantly coming in and splashing on the stove. Neha, 28: (Alarmed) Mom, look, the stove has gone out again. I'm very hungry. Kamala Devi 45: (Worried) Son, try one more time. Maybe it will burn this time. Narration: Neha collects dry wood and puts it in the stove. She blows hard to light the fire, but the strong wind and splashes of water immediately extinguish the flame. Smoke fills the entire house. Neha 28: (Normal) Mummy, I won't be able to make any rotis today. Mohan Ji 47: (Sad) I don't know what test God is putting us through. Kamala Devi 45: (Softly) The whole village will be in the same situation. Narration: Neha takes a bowl of flour and goes to Shakuntala Aunty's house next door. It's pouring rain there too, but cow dung cakes are placed in the stove instead of wood, and the fire is somehow burning. Neha 28: (Surprised) Shakuntala Aunty, how is the stove burning at your place? Shakuntala Aunty 50: (With a tired smile) Son, it took a long time to get it to burn. All the wood got wet, so I put in cow dung cakes. Neha 28: (Pleading) Aunty, don't plaster it yet. Let me make some rotis for myself. Our stove isn't working at all. Shakuntala Aunty 50: (Affectionately) Oh, silly girl, you make them here. In the rain, only a neighbor can help a neighbor. Narration: Neha quickly bakes rotis. She wraps them in a cloth and brings them home. Kamala Devi, Mohan Ji, Raghu, and Neha sit on the mud floor and eat the dry rotis. It's pouring down outside. Mohan Ji 47: (Breaking rotis) May God not show anyone such a day. Kamala Devi 45: (Slowly) The rain of poverty is the hardest. Narration: Raghu eats his meal and goes to work. At the same time, dishes are being prepared in the village's large, concrete houses. In a large house where Raghu works as a gardener, hot pakodas are being fried. Tea is boiling, noodles are being made, and the aroma of spices wafts outside. Raghu is pruning trees in the light rain. Male Owner 55: (from the veranda) Hey Raghu, come inside and have breakfast. Raghu 30: (slight smile) No, sir, I've already eaten at home. Male Owner 55: (nodding his head) Okay, whatever you like. Narration: The owner goes inside. Raghu smells the aroma of the pakodas. His stomach rumbles with hunger, but he continues working silently. Raghu 30: (inwardly) What delicious dishes are being prepared in the rain. The aroma alone is filling me up. Narration: The rain doesn't stop for days. Neha's kitchen faces new problems every day. Sometimes the wood gets wet, sometimes the soil gets washed away, sometimes it gets flooded. One evening, she sits under the small balcony outside the house. There's a big tree next to the house. A small wooden birdhouse hangs on its branch. Neha 28: (Softly) Birds make such beautiful homes for their chicks. Narration: She watches carefully. Just then, a bird comes with grains in its beak and starts feeding its chicks. Raindrops are falling on the leaves of the tree, but the chicks remain safe. Neha 28: (Emotional) Look, this bird is smarter than us. At least it's protecting its chicks from the rain. Narration: Just then, Kamala Devi comes and sits beside her. Both of them sit below, watching the rain. Kamala Devi 45: (Affectionately) What are you thinking, son? Neha, 28: (sadly) Mummy, I'm so fed up with this kitchen. Every day there's smoke, water, and the fire goes out.