Happy man

I also used to show Tribhuvan to his cuddly kitten with a slap. 
When I saw him, I also understood the time when he was angry or his face was covered with pots and pans, then I would leave him crying with loud fog. 
Then who sees my joy! 
The more he cried, the more I broke my face and cried and stood by myself. 
One day I would leave the black spots on the skin of his back with five fingers, but I would leave! 
I was surprised to see that he had become quite disciplined after being beaten; 
And, how can I forget everything in a minute and bring a smile on my face with tears in my eyes, pull my fingers and let them boil, saying - ‘You have to break the naughty fingers of this Marhatta hand completely! 
Then let me see how you can hit me with that chubby hand of yours! ' 
He used to chase me with a stick, then he would laugh and fall down completely! 
Then the body would gurgle in anger. 
So when I found him again, I would beat him. 
One day or another, I would smash all the pieces of his playroom into pieces. On this day, he would get really angry and put a big stick on my back and hide for fifteen days.