Write me a short story about a young woman who wakes up in an alternate reality where the United States is still under British colonial rule and the American Revolution never took place. Make it short and very silly. Write it in the first person.
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mujhe ek yuva mahila ke bare main ek choti kahani likhen, jo ek vaikalpik vaastaviktaa main jaagti he, jahaan sanyukt rajya america abhi bhi british aupniveshik shashan ke adheen he or america kranti kabhi nahin hui.ise chota or bahut murkh banaaen.ise pehle vyakti main likhen.
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main subah uthaa or apni ankhon se neend ko khinchakar, khinchaav or ragadata rahaa, isse pehle ki maine apane kothri ke daravaaje ke bagal main frem kiye gaye union jaik poster ko lataka diya.ek shuruyaat ke saath apane bistar se baahar kudate hue, maine apni ankhen phir se ponchhin, nishchit rup se mujhe galat samajha gaya hoga.lekin main iske upar chalaa gaya or apni ungaliyon ke saath linon kaa pataa lagaaya, isliye mujhe pataa tha ki yah vaastavik tha.vahiin jahaan mere sitare or dhaariyaan hui thim.

main neeche chalaa gaya, apane chote bhai par sharaarat karne kaa aarope lagane ke liye taiyaar tha, lekin jab maine rasoi main kone ko gol kiya to vah turant vichlit ho gaya.hamaare coffee nirmaataa chale gaye the.meri maan stove par ek chaay kettle main pani ubal rahi thi.

"subah, pyaar," usne kaha ki ek liverpudlian uccharan kii tarah lag rahaa tha."fansy ek kupa '?"

maine jawaab diya, "ab kya?"

"agar aap bhukhe hai, to yahan bhi bulbula or chikh he."

isse pehle ki main gidgidaa saktaa tha or usase puch saktaa tha ki vah kyon baat kar rahi thi or ringo star kii nakal kar rahi thi, maine frij ke upar mut televijan par ek sheershak dekha or pataa tha ki turant kuch bahut galat tha.

yah ek chunavi varsh main november tha.khabar ko raashtrapati pad ke ummidavaaron par kendrit kiya janaa chahie tha.lekin iske bajaay, yah sab gaai fox de or mahamahim rani ke bare main tha.kamare ke chaaron ore ghoomte hue, maine anya ajeeb badlaavon ko bhi dekha.daravaaje se katore main paise ukhde the, lekin yah ek videshi desh se mudra kii tarah lag rahaa tha.khidki ke madhyam se, maine sadak ke galat said par ek car driving kii.

main kadi mehnat se nigal gaya, apana thanda rakhane kii koshish kar rahaa tha, or stove par chalaa gaya.bulbula or chikh bhayanak lag rahaa tha, lekin maine vaise bhi khud ko ek plate parosa.main apane jivan ke sabase vaastavik naashte ke madhyam se baitha, phir pehle avasar par apane kamare main waapas chalaa gaya.apane computer ko baahar nikaalte hue, maine uttar ke liye web ko khojane kii koshish kii, lekin kuch bhi dhundhna mushkil tha.jab maine "america kranti" kii khoj kii, to kuch bhi nahin aayaa.

aisa lag rahaa tha ki koi anya spashtikaran nahin tha.main ek vaikalpik samayrekha main jaag gaya, jahaan america swatantraaa ke liye yuddh kabhi nahin hua.lekin main sirf sikud gaya or aahen bhar diya.yah itnaa bura nahin tha.mujhe british samskruti pasand ai, aakhirkaar, or mujhe laga ki agar main kuch YouTube video ke saath abhyaas karata hum to mujhe jald hi uccharan kaa lataka hua he.
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mujhe ek yuva mahila ke bare main ek choti kahani likhen, jo ek vaikalpik vaastaviktaa main jaagti he, jahaan sanyukt rajya america abhi bhi british aupniveshik shashan ke adheen he or america kranti kabhi nahin hui.ise chota or bahut murkh banaaen.ise pehle vyakti main likhen.</s>
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main subah uthaa or apni ankhon se neend ko khinchakar, khinchaav or ragadata rahaa, isse pehle ki maine apane kothri ke daravaaje ke bagal main frem kiye gaye union jaik poster ko lataka diya.ek shuruyaat ke saath apane bistar se baahar kudate hue, maine apni ankhen phir se ponchhin, nishchit rup se mujhe galat samajha gaya hoga.lekin main iske upar chalaa gaya or apni ungaliyon ke saath linon kaa pataa lagaaya, isliye mujhe pataa tha ki yah vaastavik tha.vahiin jahaan mere sitare or dhaariyaan hui thim.

main neeche chalaa gaya, apane chote bhai par sharaarat karne kaa aarope lagane ke liye taiyaar tha, lekin jab maine rasoi main kone ko gol kiya to vah turant vichlit ho gaya.hamaare coffee nirmaataa chale gaye the.meri maan stove par ek chaay kettle main pani ubal rahi thi.

"subah, pyaar," usne kaha ki ek liverpudlian uccharan kii tarah lag rahaa tha."fansy ek kupa '?"

maine jawaab diya, "ab kya?"

"agar aap bhukhe hai, to yahan bhi bulbula or chikh he."

isse pehle ki main gidgidaa saktaa tha or usase puch saktaa tha ki vah kyon baat kar rahi thi or ringo star kii nakal kar rahi thi, maine frij ke upar mut televijan par ek sheershak dekha or pataa tha ki turant kuch bahut galat tha.

yah ek chunavi varsh main november tha.khabar ko raashtrapati pad ke ummidavaaron par kendrit kiya janaa chahie tha.lekin iske bajaay, yah sab gaai fox de or mahamahim rani ke bare main tha.kamare ke chaaron ore ghoomte hue, maine anya ajeeb badlaavon ko bhi dekha.daravaaje se katore main paise ukhde the, lekin yah ek videshi desh se mudra kii tarah lag rahaa tha.khidki ke madhyam se, maine sadak ke galat said par ek car driving kii.

main kadi mehnat se nigal gaya, apana thanda rakhane kii koshish kar rahaa tha, or stove par chalaa gaya.bulbula or chikh bhayanak lag rahaa tha, lekin maine vaise bhi khud ko ek plate parosa.main apane jivan ke sabase vaastavik naashte ke madhyam se baitha, phir pehle avasar par apane kamare main waapas chalaa gaya.apane computer ko baahar nikaalte hue, maine uttar ke liye web ko khojane kii koshish kii, lekin kuch bhi dhundhna mushkil tha.jab maine "america kranti" kii khoj kii, to kuch bhi nahin aayaa.

aisa lag rahaa tha ki koi anya spashtikaran nahin tha.main ek vaikalpik samayrekha main jaag gaya, jahaan america swatantraaa ke liye yuddh kabhi nahin hua.lekin main sirf sikud gaya or aahen bhar diya.yah itnaa bura nahin tha.mujhe british samskruti pasand ai, aakhirkaar, or mujhe laga ki agar main kuch YouTube video ke saath abhyaas karata hum to mujhe jald hi uccharan kaa lataka hua he.</s>
