The Story of Freedom

Loads of huge jams. Practice four o'clock toward the evening. Presently four and a half. I am sitting in the transport. Take a seat and sweat. I don't comprehend the strain in summer or pressure.

State of mind is more awful than pressure. It is difficult to get any shot of me. Prior, I got a possibility in one play. The shooting date was additionally done. Two days ago at 11 pm, the telephone was taken by Produsar police. The bat or the one worked a multipurpose. A client has documented a claim against duping Naturally the dramatization was broken. The chief of the play was holding the telephone previously, now it doesn't take the telephone, cut it. The salon is an absolute necessity.

The chief of this play should be that way. A couple of days prior our group came to see a phase play. Abul Marka look. There is a monkey top sitting on the head. A compelling individual from my play amass acquainted me with him.

Pinky, this is he is Siraj Bhai. Chief of TV show. Siraj bhai, would you say you are there? '

She began getting comfortable with me as opposed to presenting me. Executive Siraj appears to have not perceived the powerful colleague. I grin as a primary concern. These days everybody strolls on the floor.

Be that as it may, the look of executive Siraj is abul-marka however delicate to utilize. He conversed with me genuinely.

'Are you fine ?'

The individual who is sitting beside him tuning in to the style of saying 'this is great' is befuddled. Assume, I have my metal cleanser with him. In any case, now I feel that this potato is flawed. Executive of the dramatization, yet potato isn't fault, what is it?

The transport did not move an inch. Nobody can tell what occurred before them. Once the news came, there was a transport or chitpatting amidst the road. Spot Dead 12 Again the news came, the overwhelming battling of the two gatherings was being made. Political conflict Firing and besieging are in advance. Getting before the transport implies entering the immediate dawn. Sooner or later the news became exposed, the truck specialists strike and obstructed the street.

All these news isn't going to my head. Just practices on my head If you get a possibility you won't need to think back. Turn into a TV star.

We call the compelling colleague. The battery telephone is occupied. Who knows who is rummaging.

I am being scratched for being with these crews. For instance, I generally wear salwar kameez at home. Today we dress somewhat hot dress. I wish I could. Pants and shirts But wearing a free shirt over the T-shirt. A towel with his neck Gumachata is our indigenous culture. In the event that you don't keep it in form, you don't have the privilege to indigenous culture.

This late spring did not require free shirts, but rather I consider people in general. Tight pants and T-shirts are seen when the young lady gets hot. In any case, the close to the attacked uncle is vexed. Whenever my elbows will proceed with the elbows. I'm pausing. I pushed his hand along his cheek to jab me with Uncle's chest.

In any case, if the hot is low, however now and then the burka can be utilized. General society isn't so hot even subsequent to wearing pants and T-shirts under the borak. Try not to need to beat the elbow along the chest.

In any case, I'm happy to have my hands since the start. Amid my youth my mom could go home as it were. In the mid year occasions we invested a long energy in the place of Nanu. The nanu house was a town at that point. There was very little streets. We passed by transport and after that took a bullock truck. From a separation, I saw an ebb and cleared route through the center of the paddy field, toward the finish of the street an immense lake. Mother was cheerful to see that fix, I was likewise upbeat. Nunu halted to go before the house to sing the carriage of dairy animals. I hopped down and ran a house in the house.

Not conversing with anybody, Nanu was remaining in favor of the colossal yard in the guava tree. There are little guava in the guava tree. Be that as it may, guava was dazzling red and sweet. Consistently as a mother, I used to live on the tree more often than not. Nanu would giggle and say, 'Gacho young lady.'

My little close relative was somewhat more seasoned than me. Having eaten guava, he would have been battling with him. I won in the battle My change was celebrated. The skin of my skin concocted one of the khamchari.

For the wrongdoing of tearing, we had a considerable measure of youth. Mother has cut my nails ordinarily But keep on tweaking regardless of whether I have a nail or not. After an age, the schoolgirls discovered that I had tweed aces. They comprehended me.

Quite a long time ago before the school, I was excited by a Romeo. I tweezed his cheek meat. From that point forward the Romeo is far from seeing me