Reading class, even the most ultra-he was the only close friend, life. Class 8, another school was left in my school. To flirt with everyone, everyone speaking sweet. Day life were absent from school menace was discussed, his. Think, between us is that he is the school boycotts. However, he lived in my bench was rarely spoken between us. Padhante me that everyone in the class cinthyo, perhaps so, perhaps, all I would say secretive.
Gradually, my life began to draw. He taught me to be comfortable with the others in the class. Today, everyone is really speaking class, a new life has given me really think jivanale. Lazy to read the life, often taking notes in my notebook sathryae. Sometimes her lazy cute, sidhaim would say to me, 'Today my scribbling notes L sarde not?' I jharkae garidinthem namani.
The beginning of the end of our friendship lives today, the decline has come. I have decided to read their own village College + 2. However, city life away. Pending the results of the test time to turn the meantime, we were all friends. We went to go to the beautiful thaumharama turn, but could never forget the moment that made jivanale, when he was a class act all the friends began to show.
He was a good artist, class. Friday night, when reading in class, some singing, some jokes, some story to gathryae, but he was only one such student, who showed every Friday by a teacher acting. Indeed, we are all surprised to see the ability to pathryaai Usmani acting.
Today, our habits of teachers jivanale always acting, behavior, gestures, began to show us the same performance. Our relationship is going on much more solid.
Vacation time is finished. The result came. The other 3 people were passing me in school specific category. Life, he passed the first category. I have sympathy for him and said, 'The first category is also too bad, every Suzumiya L. And the city nabirsiecha me go. "I'm losing it murkha sympathetic, he 'brother! 2% of your country to the bigrinthyo me? 4% more than + 2 in your right not unto pakhlas "full lips smile, saying I was congratulated.
Tomorrow is going to the city life. And, I understand college. Overnight sleep will was thrashing. Restless mind, turmoil, I do not know what's become of the. Only, lives became homesick. With the city where you go to read the aspirations were away and then? But, my economic situation in office. Tearful eyes into the night, burning with candles, giving, hour nidaechu fell.
Sakkiera candle, fire salkiecha table. The fire had gone through the whole house lagisakecha gradually. When he was covered with blankets over hot, finally opened both ninda and sense, the whole gherisakecha saw the fire. Do not soil the house, not the house downhill. A wooden hut made of bamboo and thatched roofs were wearing, Baba and I have. My mother and I went sanaihumda. Baba and I were sat in the thatched-roof shade. I read the father toil. Today, the shame and came himself to read people say. Overnight, the smoke of the fire being taunted, gray soil milaidiyo making. Father's eyes could not stop tears.
See all the waste the first sunlight of the sun. There was no bamboo is not a wood, a textile. The thatch roof, the dried bamboo and dried wood, burning How long it takes, and it also formed. Some survivors had iron utensils, penny bhamdaharupani had crushes. His mistake was nothing left except samjhimdai aphrule abuse themselves.
His life was full sakkeko vaguely expressed his grief, my eyes. You receive hugs were coming down dip, tear rivers. See plot, his life, my life partner. Hasyangaphasyanga came in. Blown went, tears river grew velocity. Judhauna lives output of the eye, life ... .. G ... one .... . CU! Only the name was difficult to take.
Controlling my hand in his hand, he said, 'All things are burned, and?'
I said, 'No, man. CU Baba and I have to live. "
Then he embraced me, crippling said sharply, "Why faint and eat it? The same could meet for orientation and? 'Obligation! This statement added encouragement.
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