बारिश में चटपटे आलू भुजिया वाली | Tangy Potato Bhujia In The Rain || Cartoon Video | Kahani Villa Tv

#बारिश_में_चटपटे_आलू_भुजिया_वाली #Tangy_Potato_Bhujia_In_The_Rain #Cartoon_Video #Kahani_Villa_Tv (roshni). #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: Torrential rain is pouring down all over the potato market, and heavy showers are drumming against the tin roofs. Bhanu Prasad is shouting at his laborers... Bhanu Prasad (55, angry)... Come on, come on—what are you all staring at! So what if it's raining? You aren't made of clay that you'll melt in the water! Hurry up and lift my potato sacks into the warehouse, or the whole stock will rot! Narration: Amidst the mud and water of the market, Vineet and his father Kamlesh, along with the other laborers, are busy lifting heavy sacks. Vineet (24, distressed)... This merchant is truly ruthless. He doesn't feel even a shred of pity for us, even in such heavy rain. Narration: Vineet and Kamlesh join the other laborers in hoisting heavy sacks onto their heads one by one and stacking them in rows inside the warehouse. Working diligently together, they successfully move all the potato sacks safely into the warehouse. Kamlesh (52, cheerful): Come on, son, the work is done; let's go see Seth-ji now. Narration: After washing up, all the laborers line up in front of Seth Bhanu Prasad’s chair to collect their daily wages. Bhanu Prasad (55, irritated): Alright, come forward one by one. Narration: They all step forward one by one; when it is Kamlesh and Vineet's turn, the Seth takes out the money and hands it to them. Bhanu Prasad (55, matter-of-fact): Here you go—take your full wages, the two of you—father and son. Vineet (24, pleading): Seth-ji, the wages are fine, but could we take the potatoes that were sorted out and left over today? Bhanu Prasad (55, surprised): Say, why do you gather and take away these leftover and rejected potatoes every day? What on earth do you do with so many potatoes? Kamlesh (52, cheerful): Well, Seth-ji, my daughter-in-law makes excellent, spicy potato *bhujia*. Our whole family really enjoys eating that potato *bhujia* every day. Bhanu Prasad (55, matter-of-fact): Alright, alright; those leftover potatoes are of no use to me anyway—you might as well take them. Vineet (24, happy): Thank you very much, Seth-ji; that is very kind of you. Narration: The two of them walk over to the pile of rejected potatoes in the warehouse. Kamlesh (52, cheerful): Look, son, I brought a plastic bag from home; fill it up with all these leftover potatoes. Vineet (24, happy): It was a great idea to bring this plastic sheet along, Dad; it’ll keep the potatoes from getting wet or spoiled in the rain. Narration: Vineet packs all the remaining potatoes securely into the plastic sheet, ties a knot, and slings the bundle onto his sturdy shoulder. Kamlesh (52, matter-of-fact): Come on, son, tighten your raincoat, and let’s head home. Narration: Braving the heavy rain and muddy paths, the father and son reach the road in their neighborhood. At a bend in the road, a large crowd has gathered at Bhola’s "Hot Potato Fingers" stall, with people standing under open umbrellas. Bhola (25, cheerful): Piping hot potato fingers are ready, sir—crispy and full of zest! Narration: Two customers, Anil and Sunil, walk away from the stall, balancing their umbrellas while eating potato fingers from their plates. Anil (28, happy): Man, eating Bhola’s hot potato fingers in this rain is a real treat. Sunil (26, happy): You’re absolutely right, brother; I make sure to come here every evening for them. Once you’ve had these spicy, tangy fingers, you’re full, and you don’t even feel like eating anything else. Narration: The two walk on, chatting away; Vineet and Kamlesh overhear their conversation. Just then, Bhola calls out to them... Bhola (25, slightly annoyed): Hey, you two—father and son—why don't you ever step into my shop? Try them once, and you’ll never forget the taste! Kamlesh (52, wistful): Yes, Bhola, your potato fingers are excellent, but we don't have the kind of money to eat at your shop every day. Bhola (25, irritably): Well, then, it seems you simply aren't destined to taste these; there's nothing I can do about that! Narration: Hearing Bhola’s words, Kamlesh lowers his head; meanwhile, Vineet—balancing a sack of potatoes on his shoulder—walks on alongside Kamlesh.