गरीब की रसोई में 10 तरह का राशन | 10 Types of Rations in a Poor Person's Kitchen | Cartoon Video

#गरीब_की_रसोई_में_10_तरह_का_राशन #10_Types_of_Rations_in_a_Poor_Person's_Kitchen #Cartoon_Video #Abundance_Sas_Bahu_Kahaniya (Priyanka) #animtedstories #hindicartoonstory #cartoonkahaniya #AnimtedCartoonvideos #Hindistories #Hindicartoonvideo #Hindicartoonstories #hindistory #hindikahaniya #sasbahu #sasbahukajhghda #naitikkahanai #stories #newstories #garibkikahani #sasbahuladai #sasbahukalesh hi guys this channel is purely made for fun by using high quality animated videos in 4k. we are fulloy dedicated to entertain you by our video. if you like the video please share and give your valuable comment and feedback so that we can improve. thank Narration – In the small kitchen of an old, dilapidated house in Sitapur, a few old aluminum canisters sit on a shelf; they are nearly empty. Ragini is pouring a generous amount of water and just a handful of lentils into a pot on the stove. Ragini (30): (Murmuring to herself) The same watery lentils again today... The children were asking just yesterday, "Mom, can't you make something nice?" But what can I do? I have to make half a kilo of rations last for the entire week. Narration – Just then, Savitri ji enters the courtyard, coughing. Savitri (50): (Voice trembling) Daughter-in-law, go easy on the sugar in the tea today. There’s only one spoonful left in the canister; we need to save enough to make tea for Sumit tomorrow morning before he leaves for work. Ragini (30): (Calmly) Yes, *Ma*. Please don't worry; I'll take care of it. Narration – At that moment, the sound of Vedprakash ji coughing is heard from outside. He stands ready to leave, a gamcha (cotton towel) draped over his shoulder. Just then, Sumit walks in, his electrician's toolbag slung over his shoulder. Sumit (30): (Normal tone) *Babuji*, the sun is scorching today. Please don't go to the brick kiln today; you fell ill just yesterday. Vedprakash (60): (Anxious and troubled) Oh, son, if I let the heat deter me, how will the home fires burn? It is only when the bricks get hot that the rotis we eat in the evening will feel cool and comforting. Did you find any work today? Sumit (30): (Sadly) These days, everything is underground wiring, *Babuji*—it's the modern way of doing things. People don't really look for folks like us anymore. But I'll do my best to bring home some vegetables this evening. Narration – Sumit and Vedprakash head out for work. Meanwhile, Siya and Aryan, dressed for school, are packing their tattered textbooks into their bags. Aryan (10): (Irritated) Mom, achar (pickle) and roti again today? All the other kids at school bring parathas and vegetables! "And all we ever eat at home is that wretched lentil soup—or else just this pickle and dry roti." Sia (8 years old): Lisping slightly // "Yes, Mom! You just eat this food yourself; we’re not going to eat it. And if you don't cook something nice for us to eat when we get back from school, then we won't eat anything at all!" Narration: Both children, fuming with anger, leave their lunchboxes right where they stand and head off to school. Once they are gone, Ragini sinks into sadness. She is in the midst of finishing her household chores when Vinita and Kamini arrive. Vinita (30 years old): In a normal tone // "So, Ragini—what are you up to? And why were the children so upset first thing this morning?" Kamini (30 years old): With surprise // "Yes, exactly! They went off to school looking absolutely furious and miserable. What on earth happened?" Ragini (30 years old): With helplessness // "Vinita, Kamini—you both know the situation at home. As far as groceries go, all we ever have is lentils—just moong and *masoor*—and rotis. Sometimes we manage to cook rice and potatoes, too. But when the children see what the other kids have in their lunchboxes, they get tempted. How can you blame them, though? They are just innocent children. The real culprit here is this poverty." Kamini (30 years old): Sadly // "Yes, Ragini, you’re right. Sumit and Uncle’s work situation doesn't help either—sometimes they find work, and sometimes they don't." Vinita (30 years old): Somberly // "True. And now, with this scorching summer heat, doing manual labor is enough to drain the very life out of a man. Anyway, just make sure you cook something nice to feed the children this evening." Ragini (30 years old): [Sorrowfully] How am I supposed to feed them? The food containers at home are lying empty. I feel that now I, too, will have to look for work—washing dishes or sweeping floors—somewhere. I simply cannot bear to look at my children's faces like this. Kamini (30 years old): [Sadly] Ragini is right; in this day and age, without money, no one—not even your own kin—is truly on your side. Vinita (30 years old): [In a normal tone] Alright, we’ll be going now. By the way, you’re going to Mohini’s place for the Kirtan this evening, aren't you? Ragini (30 years old): [Sorrowfully] No, I won't be going