There was a food stall but there was a worker in it that he could not eat more than one thing, but he could eat only one thing, he was a matter of himself, in that he was sitting silent after eating food that how he was from one to two to three He reached the big 100 150 but he wondered how to do all this, he used to listen carefully to one thing of Ambani that he used to eat rumbling parties, he knew that brave parties would be seen differently. Wanted that Rave’s opinion is not that good, you have gone to the society, you have to go well just like top class, but there will be middle class too, now there was a man starting from the story Yaha, he was able to see the rest of his things, he used to watch carefully. That restaurants are empty, we met boys who were thinking that 2 to 3 teenagers 3 to 4 were just wondering how to meet him and what should I say to him, he is a food stall of third grade, he is a perfect mouth. Even if the buyer talks, he made a plan that what he can make and God is the best of tastes and would have fed each other for free. Thinking this, he kept trying to be happy again and again that he would never feel sad, then what happened to both of them, the same thing happened to both of them that they will open the restaurant on the side of the food stall, then the ghost with the bus, then the restaurant Mumbai The same thing happened in the middle, but one thing he was missing was the taste of Mumbai which was like Haryana, then what was the thought of that type of dish like Haryana then Mumbai, which was late and made a different one. The name of the dish disc was raspberry, it was a bit salty like raspberry, both got tired and came on the first order and the first one was very good, the second one was better then the third one was better than that. And he left the restaurant’s dream and started on this dish, then what was the dish puri became famous in Mumbai, then orders started being made, then again orders were taken on the phone, then another dish started being bought, the one who was the first player to the customer and He himself used to eat it was his mother’s hand, then what was that dish and Bunty Gi became famous everywhere from Mumbai to Goa to Mumbai, his biggest dream was from his food stall. The restaurant was not even one but more than 50, this was his dream which was tire of mehndi which was not the seat before… the end.. morale.. seeing those dreams are pure, tea, that mother’s hand food Only then the food of world class hotel..the end..this story was first heard by many but there was nothing in the story but love was the delicious food in the hands of mother which was a daily thing. Everyone .. this little story for the one who had a mother but went away in childhood, the meaning of his son is not what the word Mosk says. Leaving why she used to cook before marriage, she might not get her hands again, when we thought she grew up, leave. The end of the story is now.. The story of the little mother is the same story as want to say, I want to say the end of the end story, to name the food stall after the mother’s name and not after someone else’s name and that boy’s name. but keep that which is first He used to eat and someone else was a player, it means that you sir first said to eat your player and himself. Only the hand would have meant every hour a thing or dish would have been made by the mother’s hand, right?