MATA JI ASHRAM 10 RASVANTI18PLUS
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In the middle of this chaotic scene stood Mata Ji, the elderly mistress of the ashram. She was wearing her usual saffron robe, but it was now speckled with milk splatters. Her silver hair was slightly disheveled, and her glasses sat crookedly on her nose. Mata Ji looked utterly exhausted, her eyes half-closed, yet a bemused smile was playing on her lips. She was holding a ladle in one hand and a mop in the other, but she didn’t seem to know which one to use first.
Video Transcription
As soon as the mother sat inside the kitchen, she caught a corner and wanted to hide from me
They used to have fun, but it brings a shearer in the increase, the bari is trembling
So a little waiter asks for a little silk I got to know and I wrapped up my mother in this way and for some time we both are like this, we are like this, we are like this, we're like this, we're holding a corner.
Mother ji is running, not even I have broken the Silk Time please
Yesfonfon at once
