– A Not-So-Normal Morning

It was 7:45 AM in Chandni Bazaar, and Raju was still in bed.

Outside, the streets were waking up—vendors shouting, “Aloo le lo, tamatar le lo!”, pressure cookers whistling from every kitchen, and the sweet smell of chai drifting in through the window.

Raju was halfway through a dream about eating unlimited jalebis when a strange noise woke him.

“Chomp… chomp… pop!”

It wasn’t the usual street noise.

It sounded like someone was chewing gum… loudly.

He groggily looked out of the window—

and froze.

Right there, in front of his scooter, sat a cow.

Not just any cow—this one had golden sunglasses, was chewing pink bubblegum, and had one hoof resting casually on the scooter’s seat as if it owned it.

Raju rubbed his eyes. “Arre… am I still dreaming?!”

The cow blew a giant bubble. POP!

Then, in perfect Hindi, it said,

“Good morning, Raju. Nice scooter. Mind if I borrow it?”

– The Conversation No One Would Believe

Raju stumbled down the stairs in his chappals, still not sure if he was hallucinating.

“Wha… you can talk?”

The cow tilted her head. “Obviously. What did you expect? Silent mooing? I’m not that kind of cow.”

Raju’s jaw dropped. “And… why the sunglasses?”

The cow smirked. “To protect my eyes from all this garmi… and also because I look fabulous.”

She adjusted them like a Bollywood hero in slow motion.

Before Raju could recover from the shock, the cow pulled out a pink envelope from under her collar and handed it to him.

Raju: “What’s this?”

Cow: “Your invitation… to an adventure.”

Raju: “Adventure? I have office at 10!”

Cow: “This is more important than your 10-to-5 job, trust me.”

Raju looked inside.

The letter read:

“Meet me at Chatori Chaat Corner at 5 PM sharp. Mission details will be revealed. Wear comfortable shoes. – SWC”

“SWC?” Raju asked.

The cow winked. “Sunglasses Wali Cow.”

– Bazaar Gossip

Before Raju could ask anything else, his neighbor, Mrs. Gupta, came out to water her plants.

She spotted Raju talking to the cow and gasped.

“Ay Raju beta… you’ve finally gone mad, haven’t you? Talking to animals now?”

Raju panicked. “No, aunty! She’s… she’s…”

But the cow had gone back to chewing gum and pretending to be a normal cow.

Mrs. Gupta shook her head. “This is why you shouldn’t stay unmarried for so long. You start talking to animals.”

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– The Day Gets Weirder

The rest of the day, Raju couldn’t focus.

At office, he typed “Why would a cow wear sunglasses?” into Google.

The results were useless—just random cow memes.

At lunch, his colleague Bunty said,

“Bro, you look stressed. Girlfriend trouble?”

Raju sighed. “Worse. Cow trouble.”

Bunty choked on his samosa. “Arre, what?”

By 4:45 PM, Raju decided to go.

Curiosity had beaten common sense.

He wore his most “adventure-ready” outfit—jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt that said "Don’t Mess with the Best".

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– The Meeting at Chatori Chaat Corner

Chatori Chaat Corner was buzzing with life—pani puri overflowing, bhelpuri being tossed in giant bowls, and people shouting orders.

And there she was—Sunglasses Wali Cow—standing next to the golgappa stall, sipping sweet lassi from a glass, her sunglasses reflecting the neon sign of the shop.

Raju: “Okay, I’m here. Now tell me—what’s this mission?”

Cow: finishes lassi, wipes mouth with a tissue “Raju… someone has stolen my sunglasses collection.”

Raju: “…You have a sunglasses collection?”

Cow: “Of course! Over 50 pairs. Aviators, wayfarers, even one with disco lights.”

Raju: “And you want me to…?”

Cow: “Help me get them back. The thief is dangerous… and loves samosas. That’s our only lead.”

Raju stared at her. “This… is the weirdest Monday of my life.”

The cow grinned. “Oh, Raju… this is just the beginning "

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– Classified Chatori Chaat Meeting

SWC took a dramatic sip of lassi and leaned toward Raju like a spy in a Bollywood thriller.

“Raju… the thief’s name is Samosa King.”

Raju: “Sounds like a roadside snack shop.”

SWC: “No… he’s a man. Legend says he once ate so many samosas in one sitting, the halwai fainted.”

Raju: “So his crime is cholesterol?”

SWC: “No, his crime is stealing my limited‑edition sunglasses and wearing them like some budget hero.”

Raju: “You have… limited‑edition sunglasses?”

SWC: “Fifty‑seven pairs. Even one with Bluetooth speakers so I can listen to bhajans while grazing.”

– The Disguise That Deserved Jail

Raju: “Okay, but how will we even get close to him? You’re a cow.”

SWC: “Exactly. No one suspects a cow… in disguise.”

Five minutes later, SWC returned wearing:

A massive fake moustache

A polka‑dot dupatta

A “Hello My Name Is Sunita” badge

Raju nearly choked on pani puri.

“You look like a cow who runs an MLM scheme.”

SWC: “Perfect. Let’s move.”

– Samosa Arena

Rajendra Park was a battlefield—rows of tables piled high with samosas, aunties in the crowd betting on contestants, and one kid selling cold drink for ₹200 a bottle.

The MC shouted into the mic:

“Welcome to the 5th Annual Eat‑Till‑You‑Explode Samosa Championship! Winner gets ₹500 cash and a year’s supply of Eno.”

And there he was—Samosa King—in a red kurta, gold chain so thick it could tow a car, and SWC’s golden shades gleaming like treasure.

SWC whispered, “Target confirmed. Initiate Operation Munch‑n‑Snatch.”

– The Distraction

Raju: “What’s the plan?”

SWC: “You enter the contest.”

Raju: “Me? I can barely finish two samosas without crying.”

SWC: “Cry later. Win now.”

Soon, Raju was seated next to the Samosa King, who looked him up and down.

“New guy? You look like you’ve never met a samosa in your life.”

Raju: “And you look like you’ve married three of them.”

The whistle blew. Everyone started eating like their life depended on it.

Raju tried to keep up but after samosa #4 he started hallucinating wedding bands playing in his ears.

 – Moo of Mayhem

While the King was distracted showing off his “two‑samosa‑at‑once” technique, SWC casually strolled by, “accidentally” mooing loud enough to make him jump.

His samosa flew into the crowd and landed in an aunty’s handbag.

Chaos erupted.

The aunty screamed, thinking it was a rat, and whacked three people with her purse.

In the commotion, Raju reached over and yoinked the golden sunglasses right off the King’s face.

– Bollywood‑Style Escape

“Stop them!” the King roared, mouth full of half‑chewed samosa.

Raju and SWC ran through the park—Raju holding his stomach, SWC mooing dramatically like a slow‑motion movie scene.

They jumped over a golgappa cart, dodged two dancing uncles, and slid into a narrow gali.

SWC put the shades back on and flipped her head like a diva.

“Mission successful. How do I look?”

Raju: “Like a cow who just robbed a gangster at a food festival.”

SWC: “Good. That’s exactly the look I was going for.”

She started walking away.

Raju: “Where are we going now?”

SWC: “To a wedding. I have a lead… and also I’m craving rasgullas.”

--- cow Star Entry

The baraat was already in “mission full masti” mode —

One uncle was dancing like his knees were made of jelly that had given up on life.

Aunties were balancing their sarees in one hand, and balancing 10 kilos of gossip in the other.

The DJ was playing “Lungi Dance” for the 4th time in 10 minutes because apparently that was his entire playlist.

Suddenly… the crowd parted like a Bollywood slo-mo scene from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Cow-moo.

And there she was… SWC — Shaadi Wali Cow.

Wearing a phoolon ka haar so big it looked like she stole half the mandap, and golden sunglasses that reflected the DJ lights like a disco ball.

A drunk baraati stopped mid-bhangra, pointed and said loudly:

“Bhai! Groom ki taraf se Katrina Kaif aa gayi… bas thodi moti!”

The music stopped.

SWC turned, lowered her glasses, and gave him The Death Stare of Doom.

The man instantly stopped dancing, dropped his glass of nimbu-paani, and started pretending to tie his shoe.

 – Dessert Wale Detectives

Raju leaned in, whispering like they were on a spy mission.

“SWC… hum pakde gaye toh?”

SWC popped a gulab jamun in her mouth without breaking eye contact with the dessert counter.

“Relax. Weddings are like buffets — confidence se lo, koi kuch nahi bolega. It’s a ‘you snooze, you lose’ world.”

They approached the rasgulla section like detectives approaching a crime scene.

And then — plot twist.

Right in the middle of the rasgulla bowl… something shiny glittered.

Raju blinked.

“SWC… yeh tumhare diamond sunglasses hain?”

SWC smirked.

“Long story. Involves a halwai, a disco night, and a water tank flood. You’re not ready.”

 – Shaadi Ka Villain

Before they could fish out the shades, a tall man in a sherwani appeared.

He had the confidence of a TV serial vamp and the swagger of someone who’s stolen many samosas before.

And there it was — on his face — SWC’s pink heart-shaped sunglasses.

In one hand, he held a rasgulla like it was a grenade.

SWC narrowed her eyes.

“Bhai… give them back before I moo in Dolby Surround Sound.”

Villain: “Catch me first, Cow Queen!”

He smirked like a full Bollywood side-villain and bolted — rasgulla bowl in hand.

– The Great Shaadi Chase

Chaos. Pure chaos.

SWC ran through the dance floor like a cow possessed.

One dhol wala got knocked over and kept drumming while lying flat on his back.

Raju tripped on the bride’s lehenga and apologised 14 times in 3 seconds —

“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry—”

The bride just gave him the “I will curse your next seven generations” look.

The villain leapt over the buffet table, sending biryani into the air like Diwali fireworks.

Two kids started clapping and shouting, “Once more!”

Sensing the drama, the DJ switched to “Kala Chashma” —

Problem? Instead of clearing the way, the baraatis started dancing harder.

SWC shouted mid-run:

“Raju! Left side ja! Cut him off before he eats my rasgullas!”

Raju: “Why do I feel like this is less about sunglasses and more about rasgullas?”

SWC: “Priorities, Raju. Priorities.”

– Moo-vement in Style

Finally, they cornered the villain near the groom’s horse.

The horse looked confused but slightly entertained.

Raju dived for the rasgulla bowl like a cricketer saving the last over.

SWC charged forward…

BONK!

Her head collided lightly with the villain’s stomach.

The villain stumbled backwards into the wedding gift pile — ribbons, ladoos, and a pressure cooker raining down on him.

SWC snatched her pink shades, put them on top of her golden ones, and declared:

“Double protection. Even UV rays will cry.”

She then grabbed four rasgullas straight from the bowl, eating them like a victorious gladiator.

Raju, gasping for breath:

“SWC… you are insane.”

SWC: “No, Raju. I’m just well-decorated.”

Final Scene:

The baraatis lifted SWC on their shoulders, chanting “Moo! Moo! Moo!” like a victory anthem.

The DJ, now fully invested, played “Kala Chashma” on loop for the next 18 minutes.

Somewhere in the background, the groom whispered to the bride,

“Who invited her?”

The bride replied, “I think she invited herself " ...