A brick's autobiography (did you ever think about it..?)

The brick was thought to fall down from the seventy-two storey commercial building, let's not kill anyone today.

But on the one hundred ninety nine, the darling husband opened the stereotype of private secretary underwear.

And on the 100th floor, the strong hopeful young man was tied to the ceiling fan and the other end of the neck.

Meanwhile, a fight in the committee meeting on the Birajya floor. Broken glass glass. Grabbed Agenda. Sore throat

And the loving father of three children was signing the paper on adulteration of babyfood on one-forty floor.

The brick has fallen like a fate.
The head of the eight-year-old boy.

At the time of the death, the boy heard the brick of fish bristles.

• The living survivor father!

He accepted the brick to get his head gratefully.