One day I was traveling by Mumbai local train in the morning, I had to go from the police station to Churchgate, the distance was half an hour, there some people sat with bags and beat each other and sang songs, next stop came.
And the people sitting there took the tiffin bags one by one, all had gone from there, then he saw a bag with a tiffin in front of him, he thought he might have missed the bag in the crowd, it was time to come to his next stop, The train was still in the station.
Then he thought and went outside the station with that tiffin bag, then started looking for those people there, but those people were not visible to me, I saw that some address was written in tiffin, one was the address of a municipal office .
I caught the auto and reached the Municipal Office. Then, I went in and wrote a name in that address, someone named Neha and only Neha was written in it, he asked there in the office about Neha, then headed to Neha's cabin there. And there is a sound of scolding someone from inside, there were issues related to eating and drinking tiffin.
I knocked on the door and with the tiffin in my hand and the tiffin in front of me and what she was scolding, was she "Neha Mahar", I mean, what kind of leela is this lord from whom I escaped for two months Yes, you put me again after the same, now you only spare me God. This story was so much.