The love of a original girl.

Casturi came out of the room with a cosmetic bag and a cushion in hand. The child called the servant and asked, "Oh, Birbhadra, when will your 'sir' come back?"

It is doubtful whether such a greedy questioner ever joined the fate of the boy in the mountains. But what he said in broken Bengali with a smile on his face was not very appealing to Casturi. Pradeep has no hope of returning before evening. And it wasn't even eleven o'clock.

That means primitive people are now alone for at least seven hours

Wrapped in a huge braid of two ponytails, with heavy bracelets on her hands, a sparkling crepe sari on her back, shoes on her feet, cosmetic bag in her hands, floating at hand in the house .

You have to get up and the house is high from the road.

There are 22 countries, Pradeep said.

Don't lie. Going all the way, the house is like a mystery. Seeing Casturi, lamp bodyguards, bodyguards, servants, sedan chairs, everything, Shantong South Kuta was stunned. In his career, he had never seen such a brilliant appearance.

Taking advantage of her consternation, Casturi gave Ala a precarious book, "Why don't you put the key in the house again?" What's the difficulty? Play.

Needless to say, after such a generous order, there cannot be any hesitation. Nanaku sighed and untied the rope.

Casturi shook his cosmetic bag and rushed into the room. As soon as he entered, he started flipping through the papers on Pradeep's desk. Did the poet write something and spread it somewhere.

dad! That letter on the mat! If you remember Casturi. Today, for nearly two and a half months, the communication is almost cut off. Sometimes a few umbrellas are not a letter but a message of goodwill.

Hey, it's literature! He pulled up the chair, sat down, and opened the cushion.

Basre, what did Pradeep write again!

"I wrote you in the middle of the night, I'm awake at night now, and I don't know why I don't want to. But I'm not sad to stay awake. I think we'll make a ton of mistakes to sleep at night. We sleep so all the world's Secrets are unknown to us. Beba's world is filled with hateful glances and sympathy as we die all day for a simple need.

You'd know a lot if Casturi didn't come to sleep at night and sit by the window. How much will the range of knowledge increase. Saying you wasted a long night's sleep would be a big surprise. Do you know the musk, the whisper of the forest in the dark night? You may not know today, I know.

It is not the agility in the mouth of the lilac deer among the leaves, but the anxious howling of hundreds of millions of invisible souls. Every day, every night, every moment, under the ruthless attraction of cruel rules, all unfortunate people who have lost their hopes and aspirations, fall untimely from this land of Shiva's richness into eternally empty hungry bellies, in droves Rise in groups, in dark leisure. Appear and leave the old world. They stood up and were amazed! It was torn apart by pain. Stunned by the abuse of the world! Too late to recognize what, can not find their old place. Can't understand where he got lost and lost his deep scars? Unconsciously, once the loveless world is lost, all the scars will be erased in an instant.

Refresh yourself and get ready for the next new one.

After losing someone, the hands of the world don't have much time to sit and cry. Realizing this, they entered the forest en masse with angry insults. Their desperate cries passed from leaf to leaf. As if the head wanted to respond to the throbbing in that ruthless petrified chest. I want to remind you that I am 'I am'..." Once upon a time I had the right to take sixteen Sheva Sampatas and not forget me with such ruthless indifference. For a while they whispered to each other. He sighed "We forgot! "We didn't!" Then maybe Alanini paused for a moment, just fixing an unspoken 'sea'.

The new team broke down again.

Again, as they breathed heavily, the murmur of marbles passed from leaf to leaf. This anaagena, this matamati lasts all night.

The helpless forest had to endure this eerie supernatural spiritual attack all night long. When dawn broke, but the forest was freed, he breathed and lived. The demons trembled when they saw Allah, realizing that they had entered the realm of sentient beings without authorization. Realizing this, they said goodbye with pale faces. Are you laughing at my strange fantasy news, Casturi? Don't you think the murmur of the day doesn't sound in the forest?

too late. get up!

He is the lilachapaly of the wind in the sound branch. Then no one muttered. Musk, if you want to wander through a complex forest during the day, the sound you'll hear is the sound of tamarind leaves plucking under the pressure of their own feet. Then the mysterious silent forest will look at you with a serious look. You can't see all night of Matamati history in the corner of her mouth. Musk, you are so close to the forest, can you smell the forest when you open the window? Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, stood by the window, and discovered the true history of forest marble?

do not want!

You sure haven't seen these musks, you sure haven't seen these. If you could hear it, you wouldn't be lying face down in a brick forest hoping to get an extra degree and a higher score by passing such a grueling ascetic exam. How ridiculous your austerity policies seem to me today. Don't you think Casturi is not surprised that the scope of our wishes is so small? Are you smiling?

But to be honest, I don't know why, I had this weird fantasy as soon as it got dark. What a ridiculous thing this is! How trivial are the thousands of details that struggle every day!

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Something happened the other day. There is no way to write an open letter here. See you later. I thought maybe that was the reaction to it all. Without a real test, Kasturi would have seen the pads turned upside down. No, it's not written elsewhere. The poet must have fallen asleep at night while he was writing, and then hurried off to work to maintain his work.

A smile appeared on Casturi's mouth.

Oh poor thing! Did he know that Casturi would suddenly attack his poetry from three and a half miles away?

Sure enough, after eating and drinking tonight, he will destroy two or four cigarettes, sit down and finish the unfinished letter and weave a word web. This time, Pradeep started importing strange juices, because even after flooding the book with sweet juices, the musk couldn't float. "The real history of forest marble!

Castries glanced at the sunburned appearance and smiled once. Oh poor Ray! What a wonderful way to screw people up. Otherwise, whether it was an engineer who worked all day or not, Casturi would have to open the windows in the middle of the night, look at the forest, and listen to the disgruntled cries of those who were haunted! This would not have happened if the train.

Came out with a message as usual, eagerly approaching the waiting lights at the station where he could have gotten off. Casturi can imagine that the lamp was lost in unexpected good fortune.

Was it himself or did he write fewer poems? Who wants to fly in the sky! He remembered the sudden fun, but he didn't expect the difficulty!

What will he do for so long? Divya Nitol Dozing off after a bath?

hey boo impossible!

but?

Dried leaves crushed under the pressure of shoes, lingering along the edge of the forest?

Oops, save dad?

so?

Will Pradeep's family sit on a new tacanacha tree? Can Pradeep prove that Kasturi is unworthy of housework, even if he is a "nerd"? Let's stay, who works so much for no reason! When it comes to family, be sure to show it. But will he sit down and search his notebooks and books? What strange samples of insanity can be collected?

Leave! No salary!

On top of that, Alicia ended the bath party and chatted with the servant as she pleased. He's just a boy, but there's no doubt he'll make it. He easily opened the hut and said, "This idiot, I threw his master's house into my hands with a single word, who am I?"

"Handaram," he said, tilting his neck—I know, Memsaheb.

excellent! Who made him listen?

No one said. I know.

well done. Do you want me to drink tea now? Well, of course, yes, I know this and why know it in advance.

Very! Nanaku responded by tilting his neck as much as possible.

There was heavy comfort in the boy's tone!

I was saved when I heard Casturi's laughter. Knowing what to eat, I go to cool my soul. What's in their rent?

Had a great time chatting. This is what happens when the joy jar overflows. Whether or not the Mountain Boy understands Casturi's jokes, Casturi shines in front of him for lack of the right audience. Depending on the melody of the song, one would laugh for no reason and sing a line. Talk about rubbing salt on my wounds - d'oh! The lights are gone. However, the wind of his presence blew through the house.

The Casturi family, which claims arbitrary authority over the world, is exciting to think about! real! When he leaves with books, he leaves with books. Naiba will be honored, Naiba will be top notch!

What will be the benefit? What if MA is not given? Pradeep 'Bechara', or Kasturi's own 'Bechari'?

Where do I hear Casturi's smiling face, hair tangled in fingers?

The boy said enthusiastically that there is no shortage of rice, beans, potatoes, onions, eggs, butter, ghee, flour, etc. in the store. But if Memsaheb wants chicken, she'll have to wait patiently. Of course not, it was too late to get to the edge of the forest to tell Manihari's wife the news.

Manihari's wife? Who is he?

Casturi asked a question out of general curiosity. But the curiosity to hear the answer is no longer common, it has become frightening.

Manihari's wife!

Manihari, who used to clean cars and guns during Saheb's 'Tour Berana' tour, was hit by that gun! his wife. Whether his relatives locked him in a room because he lied to the police to save him. He picked up a shed in the forest and lived alone.

Casturi's wish can only come true if he is told. Even he can cook meat! He cooks well. How long did the cooked meat hide from the master, the master cursed the clumsy ghost Nanku unknowingly. The hairs on the fingertips were sticking out, and the fingertips turned red. But what about the face? Why is your face so red? Who is wringing his throat in the invisible corner of Lankong? He was sitting on an oil-soaked bed in the yard! The shiny areas of expensive sarees are looted in the dust. Is that correct?

Why Kasturi-o-ai manihari shooting can release sound so hard?

The boy expressed his sincerity, and although he refused to speak to others, there was no obstacle to speaking when Casturi was his own memsaheb. Police know Manihari shot himself while clearing the gun. Ye Man was startled when he saw his eyes and thought he was a wild cat. - Fear? How terrible! What does it mean to think that people are cats? Casturi cried out in pain.

The boy turned his hands in frustration and said, I don't know, Memsaheb. Who knows why he is so angry, guarding the window of the house in the middle of the night!

His eyes are like cat's eyes. Burned badly at night. I woke up suddenly

Musk is slowly getting used to it.

Seriously, why would his wife lie to the police?

The boy seemed surprised by Casturi's ignorance. Wouldn't there be a case if this noble gentleman was speaking from the opinion of a very intelligent man?

gorgeous! Castori said arrogantly, if he was hanged, did he slack off? Her husband was killed. Silently, if the man were hanged, would the man survive?

Ordinary people have no answer to such a big question. But why did Casturi not thank the noble woman? Casturi's husband, who could have said it all in one word, didn't seize the opportunity of her husband to save the murderer's life!

Instead, Casturi sat down and said angrily. people. If killed.

The mountain boy raised his face in surprise and stared at Casturi's face for a moment. Then he walked away and said seriously, I'll fill the toilet. Without having to wait seven hours, the lights went down at three o'clock in the afternoon. A 6-year-old employee at the airport reported to Pradeep as if he knew Kasthuri on his own initiative.

Pradeep galloped up and asked if the car's name was "Hawa Gari". Surprised, not ready to seize the joy, the boys almost hug Musk in front of the servant, what!

But surprise!

Musk is hard and hot!

Did Casturi come to this icy country as a gift for her husband? Raedapara's white eyes gleamed terribly!

What is musk? feel nauseous?

body? Musk smiled and looked great. Now there is hunger in the mountain air.

If Pradeep said in a sobbing voice, why is he so far away, Kasturi? What a strange look! You said Chennai would not go.

Casturi burst into laughter again, waking up in the middle of the night to hear the breath of "hunger souls", his worldly vision a little shorter. -Oh! Do you understand my message? Pradeep was surprised. All this madness is pointless! Why? I wrote to you but did not send it. Did you see it all?

Is it wrong?

Casturi sneered with a crooked mouth, why did he suddenly become so stumped? Let's go back tomorrow, I won't have any more trouble.

The lamp of despair cannot solve this conundrum.

Why did Casturi suddenly come? If he came, why was he surrounded by this distance? Why didn't she grab her husband's voice arrogantly as usual, what did she say to be happy? What a fit! Are you sure there is no news?

Let's be gay. There is no point in trying to decipher this puzzle now.

All the struggles of the night, all the obstacles, all the arrogance and the affirmation of the wrong sweet ending! Now let's move on to general hospitality. This applies to both parties. The competition for literature and etiquette seems to continue. After drinking tea, a new day has come. Pradeep said Musk, let's go out for a while.

travel? Where?

In Taima's happy woods. All Taima's wishes, Musk said with a smile today, the forest path is very attractive to Taima, isn't it?

Paradip looked at him in shock, and then Casturi said in surprise! Really, the forest seems to continue to fascinate me. Why? I don't understand why I am doing this. How long do you have to go out in the middle of the night to see if there are any hidden secrets inside? why i will never forget it. You could say musk, why is that?

I can. Casturi answered very seriously, Bunashan girl knows a lot of tuktak spells.

what does that mean? Is this another happy answer? When did he say that?

I said that. While walking, I saw the spirit of the Taima forest. far ashes. Pradeep tried to lower his voice and said, "I know I broke your head with two pages of crap."

Walk around at night.

The soft moonlight of Kriyapaksha is between light and fish. The sound of falling leaves resounded under the pressure of his feet. There had been conversations before, but then stopped.

The two foolish creatures seemed to be trapped in the corner of Amahag's restraints, walking side by side by tool.

Suddenly, Casturi smiled slightly and said, "Listen, you won't get lost in a complicated forest, will you?"

Pradeep stood up. Casturi blocked his way suspiciously and said in a calm voice. But don't worry, I won't get lost. I have Polestar.

Where? Where?

The musk is slightly weak and the throat is whitish.

B: Why should I play? She is her own thing.

He went to answer and Casturi stood up. They said at a meeting, in the woods. How is this going?

There is no fire. She cooks the rice while the leaves are burning... well, well! Why are you throwing stones? ... what a tragedy! Suddenly, the heavy stone picked up from the road falls out of your hand, and you can't see Musk almost panting, is there a weaver sitting there?

horrible! And that Manihari's wife! Rice is cooked with charred leaves. It looks like a bag attached to a drawstring. I will tell Tamar her story. Now Janayar says that the gods will hear and speak. Does he know my life?

Well, let me introduce you now, and I'll tell you later; oh, this wife! They have all come a long way in this man's footsteps. After receiving the reply, the man crawled out of the fire. He stood up. He didn't answer this sentence, just looked at the two people standing side by side.

The rows of trees here are sparse, and the moonlight seems to reveal a faint sigh. In this soft moonlight, two pairs of eyes were fixed facing each other. There is nothing very clear to see. Siva sari, Omega watches, Jaipuri bracelets, Santiniketani wallets become mysterious... the whole environment becomes mysterious. Only a few pairs of eyes became clear.

What is in his eyes?

Respect the Lord's wife?

Deeply grateful for your spouse's life?

In his eyes, there are only the thick shadows of virgin forest or fire, but no shadows. A fire in the eyes of primitive maternal ancestors who can't make fire!

To make the environment bearable, Pradeep tries to understand and say, what are you doing?

But his voice didn't come out of his throat. When she came, Manihari's wife came back to greet the careless.

On the way back, Casturi said with a slight smile, ah, what a terrible look!

It's burning. Bagias didn't have a pistol with Tamar! If I had, I would have shot him thinking he was a feral cat.

Pradeep was surprised. Who told him?

At this moment, he knew everything. girly face! So it's a musk change! But he said it humorously, but his survival should be called fate, otherwise there is no shortage of weapons, Casturi? From the age of primitive barbarians to the age of civilized elements, the primitive world put the stones in the hands of human beings. The fact that the desert age is over doesn't mean it doesn't work with weapons