Hummare pita kehte the

You know how people to reiterate a point use this phrase, ‘ hummare pita kehte the’, since I have a terrible memory I should start jotting down what my father says.

Me: ‘Dad when Mom and I were in Mumbai, you called up twenty times to find out how your wife is doing. Now when I’m travelling on my own, not a single phone call!’

Pitaji:’When do I ever call you?’

Me: Nothing left to say. ‘I’ve left will reach tonight!’

Pitaji: ‘ Aoji! Diye jalla ke rakhonga!’ Bangs the phone

SB cracks while SC sulks in a corner.