(Sighs, adjusting her dupatta) Fine. But if this doesn't get a million likes, you’re cleaning the cowshed for a month. Start the music, Bhanja!
But Mami, look at this! (He plays the video on his phone). We could be stars. We’ll film a dance right here. You do the ghunghat flip, I’ll do the city-boy shuffle. We’ll go viral on the "mp4" apps!
"Studies?" You’ve been "studying" the same DJ song for three days. I hear "Mami Bhanja 2" blasting from your room so loud the buffaloes have stopped giving milk. Mami Bhanja 2.mp4
A city-returned youth with "modern" ideas and a knack for getting into trouble.
Setting: A dusty courtyard in a village. Mami is vigorously churning buttermilk. Bhanja sneaks toward the gate, holding a flashy smartphone. (Sighs, adjusting her dupatta) Fine
(Stops churning, wipes her hands) The only place you’re taking me is to the market to carry twenty kilos of flour.
Sharp-tongued, dressed in a vibrant ghagra-choli, always suspicious. But Mami, look at this
(Eyeing the phone) Will it make me look thinner than the neighbor’s wife? Bhanja: You’ll look like a Bollywood queen.