बारिश में चटपटे ग्रीन मोमोज वाली||The one with spicy green momos in the rain.

#barish_mein_chatpate_green_momos_ wali #बारिश_में_चटपटे_ ग्रीन_मोमोज_वाली #The_ one_ with_spicy_ green_momos_in_the_rain. (ankita) #animtedstories​ #hindicartoonstory​ #cartoonkahaniya​ #cartoonAnimtedCartoonvideos​ #Hindistories​ #Hindicartoonvideo​ #Hindicartoonstories​ #hindistory​ #hindikahaniya​ #sasbahu​ #sasbahukajhghda​ #naitikkahanai​ #stories​ #newstories​ #garibkikahani​ #sasbahuladai​ #sasbahukalesh Title - Spicy Green Momos in the Rain Characters Main character - Nandini - 26 Husband - Ramesh - 28 Son - Chintu - 6 Mother-in-law - Sarita - 52 Sister-in-law - Ritu - 18 Father-in-law - 58 Rich woman Rich woman's son Street vendors Bloggers Food officer Judge Story Narration: It was the month of July. Dark clouds covered the sky, and it was drizzling intermittently. A Sawan fair was underway, where Ramesh and Nandini were strolling with their two children, their parents-in-law, and sister-in-law Ritu. Just then, the aroma of hot momos wafting through the air reaches 6-year-old Chintu. Chintu (6): (laughing) // Wow, Mom! Look, look what's cooking there! There's so much smoke coming out of that container! Nandini (26): (affectionately) // Hey, Chintu, son, walk slowly! The ground is all wet, if you slip, you'll get hurt! Chintu (6): (uneasy) // No, no, Mom, I'll walk slowly, but I don't want to eat that thing! It smells so good, it's delicious! Ramesh (28): (seriously) // Hey, Nandini, look what she's selling there! Chintu's already chasing you! Sarita (52): (grumbling) // Hey, let's go ahead! There's all sorts of tantrums at the fair! Go home and eat your roti and sabji quietly. It's the rainy season, eating anything outside will be harmful! Chintu (6): (screaming) // No, no, Grandma, I want to eat that! Mom, Mom, get me that, I'm so hungry! Nandini (26): (reasoning) // Oh, my dear son, don't insist! Come home, I'll make you hot roti-sabzi! Chintu (6): (crying) // No, no, Mom, I don't want hot roti-sabzi, I want to eat that... get me that, those round, white ones they're selling right now! Ramesh (28): (upset) // Hey, wait, wait! Hey, son, son, don't cry! I'll just go ask how much he's selling. Narration - Ramesh makes his way through the crowd to the vendor. Ramesh (28): (seriously) // Brother, what is this? Momo Seller (30): (Rudely) // Brother, these are momos! Don't you guys know what momos are? Ramesh (28): (Thinking) // So, how much are you selling for a plate? Momo Seller (30): (Arrogantly) // Hey, it's a 50-rupee plate, brother! Ramesh (28): (Surprised) // Oh! It's a 50-rupee plate? How many will you get for 50? Momo Seller (30): (Shouting) // You'll get six! If you want to buy, say it quickly, otherwise, wait a while, there are a lot of customers waiting! Ramesh (28): (Frustrated) // What? Six momos for 50? Just because of such a wink? Brother, please reduce the price a bit, I'm buying it for the kid. Momo Seller (30): (Angrily) // Hey, brother, move on! We have a fixed price. See how crowded it is? There's no bargaining in the market. If you want to buy, take it, or else vacate the place! Ramesh (28): (indifferently) // Okay, okay, fine, I'm leaving. Natrration - Ramesh returns to Nandini and family. Ramesh (28): (worried) // Oh my god, he's saying a plate costs ₹50, and the flour pieces are just tiny. Nandini (26): (upset) // Oh my god! Only six momos for ₹50? That's way too expensive! That's enough to buy a full day's groceries for our house! Ramesh (28): (grumbling) // Look in my pocket, I have only ₹80 left. If I waste ₹50 here, I'm already in a pinch because of the rain. I won't even be able to afford an auto fare to get home; I'll have to walk! Sarita (52): (getting angry) // I already told you, there's no need to waste money on gossip! Everyone, let's quietly walk towards the bus stand! Chintu (6): (shouting) // Mom, Mom, please get me momos! I'm really hungry! Nandini (26): (lovingly picking up Chintu) // Hey, he's my dear son, understand. We only have a little money right now. Come home, I'll make you some delicious parathas today! Chintu (6): (making a face, crying) // No, I don't want parathas! I only want momos! Narration - Just then, a rich woman comes nearby with her son.