Arman uncle sat beside my father as they indulged in conversation when my mother told me to go and serve the chai.

“Bhaiya, thode paise chahiye honge, Pallavi ki shaadi ke liye. Humne waise to ikattha kar liye hain, lekin 50 hazar kam ho rahe hain. Agar aap thodi madad kar dein to achha rahega.”
(Brother, we might need some money for Pallavi’s wedding. We’ve managed to arrange most of it, but we’re short by 25 thousand. If you could help a little, it would be good.)