It was a bright morning in the famous city of Courtly Manners, beautiful gardens, poetry, music, and fine cuisine
The old vintage house situated in not very posh locality revealed the colors of old Lucknow
"Ammi!!..Ammi!!..kahan hai aap..Ammi"
A girl clad in a white shalwar suit with multicolored dupatta silky brown hair styled in a loose braid ran down the old stoned stairs. The sound of her anklets mixed with the hustling noices heard across the street market of flowers!
(Mom!!..Mom!!..where are you..Mom!!)
As soon as she reached the kitchen, she found her mother Naziya khan busy scolding the maid who once again shattered the pricy crockery
"Ammi Hume hamari diary nahi mil rahi hai apne kahi dekhi hai kya" Interrupted noor getting a sharp glare from her mother to which she smiled nervously
(Mom, have you seen my diary? I couldn't find it )
"Haan Haan beta meri Jeb mai he hai tumhari diary abhi nikal Kar deti hu"
Sarcastically taunted
(Yes yes baby I've got it in my pockets. Wait, I'll give it to you)
"Aap se kitni dafa kaha hai ki apni cheez jagah par rakha karien lekin nahi Maa ko toh bewakoof samajhte hai aap log"
Exclaimed her mother angrily as noor pouted and went to her mother and hugged her from behind
(Countless times I've told you keep your things at place, but no, you all think I'm a fool)
"Ammi gussa zyada na Kiya karien Maine suna hai ki jo Auratein zyada gussa karti hai unke baal jaldi safed ho jaate hai" Said smiling playfully but soon zipped her mouth and stepped back when she saw her mother grabbing the belan. This only sight made her sprint from the kitchen
(Mom, you shouldn't get angry. I've heard that females who stay angry grow older soon)
"Noor bibi ab kaha bhaag rahi hai aap
...pareshan Kar rakha hai!!...ab aapko kya khat bhejwaon kaam karne ke liye..aur khabardar ab meri crockery ko haath bhi lagaya tumne" Angry form of Naziya startled the poor maid "Ji baji" she quickly nodded her head and began washing the dishes very carefully
(Where are you running now, Noor baby....You'll have troubled me a lot...Now should I write you a letter to start your work and I warn you not to touch my crockery)
(Yes, ma'am)
"Sufiyan bhai ko toh hum chorenge nahi jab dekho jab hamari cheezein chupa dete hai..sharam bhi nahi aati apni choti behan ko satate hue" noor mumbled angrily with a beautiful pouty face and red angry nose and cheeks complimenting her white skin
(I'll not leave, brother sufiyan. He always hides my things and troubles me)
"Ammi bhi poore time Hume datti hai aur bhai kisi kaam ke nahi, kaha fas gaye hum".Mumbled noor, fumbling through the mess she created in her room
(Mom always scolds me, and my brother is of no use, what i got myself into)
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"Noor Beta idhar aayiye zara!!"
(Noor child come here)
"Aayi dadi!"
(Coming granny)
Noor ran towards her dadi's room, leaving the messy room behind
"Assalamualikum Dadi" Chirruped noor happily and sat next to her dadi on the old wooden bed folding her legs "Bataiye kisko lagana hai telephone" mimicked noor making Hamna begum laugh at her dear grand daughter's antics
(Greetings, granny)
(Whom should I call then)
"Waalikumassalam dadi ki Jaan..Kyu pareshaan Kar rahi thi aap apni ammi ko"
(Good morning, my love )
(Why were you troubling your mother)
Noor gasped dramatically
"Ya allah is ghar mai Humara koi apna nahi Sufiyan bhai ki galti par bhi ammi Hume datti hai aur dadi bhi ab usi party mai shaamil ho gayi humare bas aap he hai" Wiped her fake tears but very next moment squealed when hamna begum twisted her ear playfully
(Lord!! There is no one in this house for me. mom scolds me for brothers' mistakes, and granny is also in their team now.. I only have you now)
"Nakhrebaaz...chaliye jaldi se hasad ko telephone laga dijiye bade arse se baat nahi hui"
(Drama queen.....now quickly call hasad I haven't heard of him for a while)
"Dadi hum toh kabhi apne bhudaape mai sufiyan bhai ko na yaad kare jis Tarah aap hasad dadu ko karti hain" Cringed noor
(Granny, I would never call my brother when I grow old like you do)
"Wo toh waqt he batayega noor bibi"
Said hamna laughing
(Time will tell noor Baby)
Noor dialed the number on the phone and passed it to her dadi
"Lijiye dadi..dadu ko salam kahiyega"
Noor said, bringing her legs to her chest and curiously waiting for the gossip. Soon the call was received and her dadi talked to her brother about random things while noor looked around the room that has a wooden bed in the centre with two bed side tables with antique lamps a small window to the left near the Old creaking Almirah giving the view of the market
(Here granny!!...greet uncle from my side)
It was simple old and held so many memories just like hamna begum
Noor thought
"Salam Noor bibi"
(Good morning Noor)
Startled by the voice, noor snapped out of her thoughts when she saw her older brother standing at the door smirking at her
"Salamati ki dua toh aap kare Sufiyan bhai hum aapko chodenge nahi..apne hamari diary kisse poochke chupayi"
(Pray for yourself, brother. I will not leave you. How dare you take my diary)
Noor flared up at her brother, who was unbothered
"Bewakoof ladki poochke chupao kya ab tumse aur ye uska badla hai jab tumne abbu ko meri trip ka Bata diya tha"
(Stupid girl, should I ask you before hiding you're diary and finally, I've avenged you for telling dad about my trip)
He teased already red and angry noor
"Toh!!aap Hamesha Irfan bhai aur baaki apne Doston ke saath ghoomte hai..ye nahi kabhi apni behan ko bhi le jaye"
(So what you always leave me behind and go with your friends and brother Irfan)
Sufiyan waved at her, dismissing her argument
"Dadi aap Dubai baat Kar rahi hai bhatinda nahi Zara dhyaan se" said sufiyan and ran away before his dadi could scold him
(Granny, you've called Dubai, not bhatinda(Indian state). Please be careful of the bill)
Noor was all ears when she heard her dadi say
"Acha Theek hai hum zaroor jayenge hasad aur agar Zayd aa rahien hai toh phir toh Jana zaroori hai bachha pehli baar aa raha hai yahan"
(Fine, we will go for sure, and if Zayd is coming, then it's must to go when he is visiting here for the very first time)
"Zayd!...ye kon hai dadi?"
(Who is this Zayd granny)
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