love story
Some students were standing at the bus stand. We were fighting among the people. The ocean was standing quietly on the one hand the most different. Some friends were talking to each other. I was living with a number of people, I did the other thing, I had prepared for the exam very much and hard work, then only then both of us are together today both of them start laughing.
It was time for the bus to arrive at 9:20 All started looking at their right side. I think today is just a delay. A lady said Everyone looked at the woman's surprise eyes. Like it's the driver of that bus. Just after the interval of some time came All were hurried to climb quickly. Only then a divorced girl fell into the bus while on the bus. The crowd was very much still people handled it. There was no injury to the daughter! One elderly questioned He gave full support in no. Everyone climbed successfully in the bus. Sagar got the seat on the next stand.
The sea was sitting in front of the window. At the same time a girl of her sat That girl Sagar was being seen. Sweat was also wiped with napkin. Are you looking hot Sagar asked that girl. Yes, that girl responded. Sagar said, you will come to this seat, here you will get windy window towards the window. He changed his seat. The little smile from the little girl smiled slightly towards the sea. what is your name ? The girl asked. The ocean, and yours? Sagar asked. Live fantasy Answered. G is a very good name, imagine Where will you go Girl quote till Devgarh. Where are you coming from now? Right now I am coming from Mama's house. Both of them spoke a lot. Friendship in both of them also got better. Kalpana's bus stop had arrived. Kalpana also used to go to sea as left-handed. Sagar also shook hands.
Suddenly the attention of the ocean fell on the seat. The seat in which Kalpana was sitting There was a napkin on that seat. Which was written on "Imagination" The beauty of which God made the imagery. As beautifully as Kalpana saved his name Sagar raised the napkin and placed it with lips. I love you fantasy Sagar said, pushing the breath inside.
All were being kept towards their watches that time is about to happen. Just delay is already delayed. 10 were about to ring. The bus was already reached. All students and students begin to raise their steps quickly towards the school. Today was the first day of the ocean, the first step, the first solder, the first introduction, were new friends.
The ocean found there from its old friends. Some students were still applying for admission. Some came to deposit their admission fees. The first day was very exciting. The teachers were very cheerful.
Sagar was seeing the face of fantasy repeatedly. There was no food or drink in the morning. Mother had said something to eat son But the sea made the excuse to lie down Come to a hotel and drink tea and breakfast. Come back and sit in the bus. Keep thinking about the fantasy. I think that's a good family. From things he seemed to be a very big house. His father must have a government job. There will be a car, will be Bengali, the servants will be the servants, the land will be property. And you do not have anything. Your house also has two hours of roti. What will he do in the house! Where the King Bhoj where the Gangetic Teli The ocean was in deep thinking. He did not even know when his bus was gone and when he got stuck.
It was morning. When Sagar reached his school, the girl's imagination was standing there. There was not a slight delay in recognizing him. Kalpana had seen the sea. Sagar asked, you. Imagine smiling and quote I have come here to take admission. But how do you here? I have also taken the same admission. Sagar smiled and said. In the whirlwind of the students, he spoke a lot Sorry i should walk The time for my class has been done. Meet Next Time Okay. The hypothesis said. The sea was growing more of its class. She felt that the imagination was sounding behind. Sagar looked back and walked, he was admiring the sea. As it is for him. Sagar was thinking that he wants to live his lips. But the world's dignity does not give him this order. She absolutely sticks to me. The mind smiled at the sea itself.
He too had entered class 11. I was already present. Now we were both class mates. In this way the ocean and the imagination came closer and closer.
It was just a lunch break (half a holiday). All the students were coming around Kalpana was sitting in the park. Together, there were two friends in her. Kalpana gave voice to the sea. The ocean was only looking at Kalpana. He called the ocean to him by the hand's hand. They sat in the four rectangular positions. Sea Now you are feeling good to me Do not know why, now I feel like I am incomplete without you. I feel lonely. Do not sleep at night or chains come in the day. Nowadays, it does not even seem hungry. Mother says it will become weak by drinking some food. The eyes of the imagination were below on earth, as if it would rip the earth. He was scared. Was scared. He was holding hands with both his friends. I love you Sagar The ocean was found without pearls unencrypted. But Sagar was not completely in control of this relationship. He pulled the cold breath inside. Hold the hand of imagination lovingly. I love you Sagar embraced Kalpana. The two friends looked at each other.
Tales of the sea and the imagination were in full discussion in the entire university. But teachers did not even know it.
One day Sagar was sitting in the park alone, weak, poor. Kalpana came and asked what is the matter today why it is so sad Did I say something? Did my friends say something? Did anyone say anything? Just as Sagar replied with a sketchy reply The tears were just on the eyelids, did the ocean hide like a magician? He did not want to be disturbed by the imagination. For this reason, the ocean is talking to the imagination, the laughing thing. Kalpana said, I want to tell you something. I love you and he has lagged the oars of the ocean, as he has seen the sadness of the ocean.
Kalpana was running on many days without telling. Even the sea was not aware of the reason why the Vidyalaya is not coming. Sagar's friends tease him, "Babua is talking about Bhojji school or not." But there was no reply to these satire near the ocean. That was just anger, so from Kalpana.
A few days later Kalpana came to the Vidyalaya. Sagar questioned the question like ak 56. Where was so many days Why not come? What were the reasons Not to mention. Did not talk to anyone. Why? He said nothing, stood up, kept listening, and continued to shed. Stream of tears. With each and every question, the tears of the stream will get faster. But the imagination did not matter. Nor did the answer to any question.
After a few days, he disappeared again. I asked the dream, why are not you imagining today? The dream said, we do not know. You all know the sea shouted loudly. As if they were playing together with the ocean, playing together. Sagar's sorrows could not be estimated. She was suffocating inside. Was exhausted. The side of a fierce disease was rising.
A few days later there was a telegram in the Vidyalaya by the name of Sagar. Which was with a gift.
Dear Ocean,
Now I have become like a floating fish in the pond. Whenever you want to take it out whenever you want to throw it in the water. Now I do not own anything. I'm like an Abola woman. Whoever saddens everyone for his sadness. But no one does help. I had told mother about our love. Mother to father I can not say Vyana on my body. Mother said it will remain nose cut in our heritage. Make your mouth dark quickly. But your name did not go away from my mouth. Moment was calling you. My voice could not go out of these hollow walls of custom. I imprisoned in the room. I have not been given food for many days. I get tears in the name of water. Still, there was no time when I did not take your name. I just woke up and sleeping and I just wanted you. Mother's heart gave her bread to eat, but I did not eat it. Now just do not even feel hungry. It was better to die from this hell. Mother weeping me by embracing me Man ja beti, your babu ji is very stubborn. Yes, give the relationship yes. How many relations have come and how much I refuse? Marriage will be from the ocean Papa cried, put a turban in my legs. Daughter, why did not you die as you were born? My heart is exhausted Papa's throat started crying loudly. Perhaps for this reason people are afraid of daughter's birth. Sagar, when a daughter is born, she is born with shame, dignity, dowry and responsibilities too. Now my relation has been fixed. On July 10th next day my hands will become pigeon.
Do not mess around with me.
If you do not believe, then do not believe.
I am not separated from the lines of your hands.
If possible, do not overestimate my "seek".
Your imagination
The eyes of the ocean were tears. Wearing a string of tears was making the wire wires. His throat was filled with pain. The pain in the heart, the coughing of the throat, came out of the mouth. Some bleaches of blood on the letter.
How did God play? Both were released on the same day. July was the day of July. Dolly was rising on one side. Janja on the other side
Dated 10-10-2009
Some students were standing at the bus stand. We were fighting among the people. The ocean was standing quietly on the one hand the most different. Some friends were talking to each other. I was living with a number of people, I did the other thing, I had prepared for the exam very much and hard work, then only then both of us are together today both of them start laughing.
It was time for the bus to arrive at 9:20 All started looking at their right side. I think today is just a delay. A lady said Everyone looked at the woman's surprise eyes. Like it's the driver of that bus. Just after the interval of some time came All were hurried to climb quickly. Only then a divorced girl fell into the bus while on the bus. The crowd was very much still people handled it. There was no injury to the daughter! One elderly questioned He gave full support in no. Everyone climbed successfully in the bus. Sagar got the seat on the next stand.
The sea was sitting in front of the window. At the same time a girl of her sat That girl Sagar was being seen. Sweat was also wiped with napkin. Are you looking hot Sagar asked that girl. Yes, that girl responded. Sagar said, you will come to this seat, here you will get windy window towards the window. He changed his seat. The little smile from the little girl smiled slightly towards the sea. what is your name ? The girl asked. The ocean, and yours? Sagar asked. Live fantasy Answered. G is a very good name, imagine Where will you go Girl quote till Devgarh. Where are you coming from now? Right now I am coming from Mama's house. Both of them spoke a lot. Friendship in both of them also got better. Kalpana's bus stop had arrived. Kalpana also used to go to sea as left-handed. Sagar also shook hands.
Suddenly the attention of the ocean fell on the seat. The seat in which Kalpana was sitting There was a napkin on that seat. Which was written on "Imagination" The beauty of which God made the imagery. As beautifully as Kalpana saved his name Sagar raised the napkin and placed it with lips. I love you fantasy Sagar said, pushing the breath inside.
All were being kept towards their watches that time is about to happen. Just delay is already delayed. 10 were about to ring. The bus was already reached. All students and students begin to raise their steps quickly towards the school. Today was the first day of the ocean, the first step, the first solder, the first introduction, were new friends.
The ocean found there from its old friends. Some students were still applying for admission. Some came to deposit their admission fees. The first day was very exciting. The teachers were very cheerful.
Sagar was seeing the face of fantasy repeatedly. There was no food or drink in the morning. Mother had said something to eat son But the sea made the excuse to lie down Come to a hotel and drink tea and breakfast. Come back and sit in the bus. Keep thinking about the fantasy. I think that's a good family. From things he seemed to be a very big house. His father must have a government job. There will be a car, will be Bengali, the servants will be the servants, the land will be property. And you do not have anything. Your house also has two hours of roti. What will he do in the house! Where the King Bhoj where the Gangetic Teli The ocean was in deep thinking. He did not even know when his bus was gone and when he got stuck.
It was morning. When Sagar reached his school, the girl's imagination was standing there. There was not a slight delay in recognizing him. Kalpana had seen the sea. Sagar asked, you. Imagine smiling and quote I have come here to take admission. But how do you here? I have also taken the same admission. Sagar smiled and said. In the whirlwind of the students, he spoke a lot Sorry i should walk The time for my class has been done. Meet Next Time Okay. The hypothesis said. The sea was growing more of its class. She felt that the imagination was sounding behind. Sagar looked back and walked, he was admiring the sea. As it is for him. Sagar was thinking that he wants to live his lips. But the world's dignity does not give him this order. She absolutely sticks to me. The mind smiled at the sea itself.
He too had entered class 11. I was already present. Now we were both class mates. In this way the ocean and the imagination came closer and closer.
It was just a lunch break (half a holiday). All the students were coming around Kalpana was sitting in the park. Together, there were two friends in her. Kalpana gave voice to the sea. The ocean was only looking at Kalpana. He called the ocean to him by the hand's hand. They sat in the four rectangular positions. Sea Now you are feeling good to me Do not know why, now I feel like I am incomplete without you. I feel lonely. Do not sleep at night or chains come in the day. Nowadays, it does not even seem hungry. Mother says it will become weak by drinking some food. The eyes of the imagination were below on earth, as if it would rip the earth. He was scared. Was scared. He was holding hands with both his friends. I love you Sagar The ocean was found without pearls unencrypted. But Sagar was not completely in control of this relationship. He pulled the cold breath inside. Hold the hand of imagination lovingly. I love you Sagar embraced Kalpana. The two friends looked at each other.
Tales of the sea and the imagination were in full discussion in the entire university. But teachers did not even know it.
One day Sagar was sitting in the park alone, weak, poor. Kalpana came and asked what is the matter today why it is so sad Did I say something? Did my friends say something? Did anyone say anything? Just as Sagar replied with a sketchy reply The tears were just on the eyelids, did the ocean hide like a magician? He did not want to be disturbed by the imagination. For this reason, the ocean is talking to the imagination, the laughing thing. Kalpana said, I want to tell you something. I love you and he has lagged the oars of the ocean, as he has seen the sadness of the ocean.
Kalpana was running on many days without telling. Even the sea was not aware of the reason why the Vidyalaya is not coming. Sagar's friends tease him, "Babua is talking about Bhojji school or not." But there was no reply to these satire near the ocean. That was just anger, so from Kalpana.
A few days later Kalpana came to the Vidyalaya. Sagar questioned the question like ak 56. Where was so many days Why not come? What were the reasons Not to mention. Did not talk to anyone. Why? He said nothing, stood up, kept listening, and continued to shed. Stream of tears. With each and every question, the tears of the stream will get faster. But the imagination did not matter. Nor did the answer to any question.
After a few days, he disappeared again. I asked the dream, why are not you imagining today? The dream said, we do not know. You all know the sea shouted loudly. As if they were playing together with the ocean, playing together. Sagar's sorrows could not be estimated. She was suffocating inside. Was exhausted. The side of a fierce disease was rising.
A few days later there was a telegram in the Vidyalaya by the name of Sagar. Which was with a gift.
Dear Ocean,
Now I have become like a floating fish in the pond. Whenever you want to take it out whenever you want to throw it in the water. Now I do not own anything. I'm like an Abola woman. Whoever saddens everyone for his sadness. But no one does help. I had told mother about our love. Mother to father I can not say Vyana on my body. Mother said it will remain nose cut in our heritage. Make your mouth dark quickly. But your name did not go away from my mouth. Moment was calling you. My voice could not go out of these hollow walls of custom. I imprisoned in the room. I have not been given food for many days. I get tears in the name of water. Still, there was no time when I did not take your name. I just woke up and sleeping and I just wanted you. Mother's heart gave her bread to eat, but I did not eat it. Now just do not even feel hungry. It was better to die from this hell. Mother weeping me by embracing me Man ja beti, your babu ji is very stubborn. Yes, give the relationship yes. How many relations have come and how much I refuse? Marriage will be from the ocean Papa cried, put a turban in my legs. Daughter, why did not you die as you were born? My heart is exhausted Papa's throat started crying loudly. Perhaps for this reason people are afraid of daughter's birth. Sagar, when a daughter is born, she is born with shame, dignity, dowry and responsibilities too. Now my relation has been fixed. On July 10th next day my hands will become pigeon.
Do not mess around with me.
If you do not believe, then do not believe.
I am not separated from the lines of your hands.
If possible, do not overestimate my "seek".
Your imagination
The eyes of the ocean were tears. Wearing a string of tears was making the wire wires. His throat was filled with pain. The pain in the heart, the coughing of the throat, came out of the mouth. Some bleaches of blood on the letter.
How did God play? Both were released on the same day. July was the day of July. Dolly was rising on one side. Janja on the other side
Dated 10-10-2009
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