That night it was very cold. The dense fog covered the surroundings in the evening. After dinner, we are coming to the house of Harikan, suddenly I see Mama is very excited and is coming quickly. Seeing me, I stopped.
Ranju, let's see.
I saw a little distance away, Lalmami looked at a young girl's hands with sad eyes, Badshma Mama was saying, before the boat they got two before evening. Sitting quietly. I went to the mosque to waze. At the time ...
The red-girl took hold of her hand and stood in the courtyard (long in the courtyard of which my mother stood by her two children's hands). Nobody said anything. Anjanja stood like a mirror. The little ninzan does not understand anything. In such a way
Started looking at Saphura stood on the verandah of the staircase, she came down. Raja Mama got busy and asked him, where is your hot shawl, the sophura? The winter season is cold.
No one asked about Nabamumama. Everyone was silent. At one time I saw Lalamami crying.
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