A city-returned youth with "modern" ideas and a knack for getting into trouble.
"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.
Setting: A dusty courtyard in a village. Mami is vigorously churning buttermilk. Bhanja sneaks toward the gate, holding a flashy smartphone.
(Eyeing the phone) Will it make me look thinner than the neighbor’s wife? Bhanja: You’ll look like a Bollywood queen.
(Stops churning, wipes her hands) The only place you’re taking me is to the market to carry twenty kilos of flour.