These are our house documents. I'm transferring this too.
For every rupee you make. You must share ten paisa with Samba.
Okay, brother-in-law.
Will your words Ever reach your lips?
Latha ma'am. I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry, Baskhar? Zip it. I'll go.
Like paper boats in the rainwater
Ramji. Your son's admission to the Nauroji School is confirmed.