Mother: Get aside, Kisan.
Let us see.
Get aside. Get aside.

Sit ... Sit, Lachho.
What happened, daughter-in-law?

Lachchi: I felt giddy.

Mother: What are you staring at
standing here?
Go and ask your father
to distribute sweets in the village.

Gajrobai: She is expecting.
We will have to protect her
from the evil eye.

Rakma, you are going
to become an aunt
and I would be a granny now.

Send the news
to her maternal home ...
along with the sweets.

Only if he could have his way,
he would go flying away ...
to deliver the news.