Pari ke liye Chotu ne raaz khola: jab Pari raat ko rote, Chotu chupke se khidki ke saath aake purani kahaniyaan suna deta. Kahaniyaan roshan kar deti Pari ke sapne. Dheere-dheere mohalla bhi badalne laga. Chotu ki masti ab doston wali masti ban gayi. Jab ek din mohalla mein aag lag gayi, wahi 'sasur harami' bina darr ke bhaga aur bachon ko bahar nikala. Logon ne dekha ki jo aadmi sabke liye mazaak ban gaya tha, uska dil sabse bada tha.
Aakhri mein, jab haweli ki deewar nayi rang se sawar rahi thi, Meera ne muskura ke kaha, "Har koi apni tareef se pehchana jaata nahi. Kabhi kabhi sabse tez chidhane wala dil mein sabse zyada pyaar chhupa hota hai."
Chotu ab mohalla ka hero tha — apni anokhi andaaz mein. Sabne usse gale lagaya aur uski purani hansi ab izzat se boli jaane lagi. Aur Pari? Usne seekha ki naam se logon ko janchna theek nahi — kahaniyon mein hi toh sachchi pahchaan chhupi hoti hai.
Ek chhota sa kahani — zara tez, thoda masti, aur dil se:
Ek raat Meera ne jazbaat se poocha, "Chotu, tum kyun shaitani karte ho?" Chotu hans ke bola, "Log kehte hain main 'sasur harami' hoon. Par main unka bojh halka kar deta hoon. Har kisi ke paas apna bojh hota hai — main sirf usse hasne layak bana deta hoon."
Ek din haweli ke saamne nayi mohalla aaya — ek khushmizaaj aurat, Meera, apni choti beti Pari ke saath. Meera ne dekha ki Chotu aksar raaton mein logon ko hansane ke liye beizzati aur natak karta hai. Log use pasand nahi karte the, par Meera ko laga uske peeche koi kahani hogi.
