Baccha Bajao Taali...

The kids clapped with excitement. Each time the man with a bioscope came and yelled.

Baccha bajao taali.... bajao taali....

baccho ki kahani dekho...

raja dekho rani dekho....

pariyo ki maharani dekho....

Khela dekho....khela dekho....

Baccha bajao taali....

The streets filled with people. Children running behind this stout,plump mustached blubber..

While he stopped by a shady tree and started his elaborately flashy bedizened..bioscope, crowds lept towards this disport ln amusement and delight....

All ages of people loved watching the picture of the reel moving, as they peeped into the round hollow of bioscope, while plump greezer, sung along the stories of the delineation maneuver, the operating pictures within the bioscope.

One day, as he had finished the show and was trailing down the path, a speeding truck hit his bioscope and destroyed it. Cushing it to pieces and headed ahead in a rush.

The Potbelly was shocked and stunned. And in deep grief, he gathered the broken, shattered pieces of his beloved companion, the bioscope, and slowly limped and slowly limped towards his destination in anguish.

Later, a few of his regular visitors learned about the tragedy he had suffered. Soon a new bioscope was brought for this impresario, as a token of honour to his showmanship.

Once again, yelp echoed and the streets crowded with children chasing delightfully behind the man with the bioscope, who presented his marvelous shows through.his bioscope.

Once more we're happy faces, eagerly watching the reels moving within the cinematic device and the trouper. shouting gleefully

Baccha bajao taali....