Yesterday a new shiny car was parked in front of Fake Potter's house.
It was talked about all over the village.
Who came to meet ...
I knew Fika would come at the first opportunity and tell me
the whole story ...
The same thing happened in the evening when he came and sat on the floor. After asking about the current situation, he started saying ...
Sir, it is a matter of many years ago.
Do you remember Aunty Nooran who used to roast grains in the kiln?
Who had one son Waqar ...
I said yes man how can I forget the people of my village ...
May God bless you Sahib Ji, Waqar and I used to study in the
fifth grade.
At school, there was often a tree in the grass of dignity
...
Sahib Ji used to cry in a corner ...
Master G used to scold him and send him home to show him to
Hakim and take medicine.
One day I was sitting near Waqar during half holiday. I
opened my mother's hand-made pratha and pickle ...
Sir, when I feel very hungry, isn't it? So, first of all, I
remember the pratha made by my mother ... and the fragrance of that pratha
disappears in the whole pind.
Find out what magic was in the hands of Sahib Ji Aman ...
Sahib Ji Waqar looked at Pratha and looked away ...
That one glance revealed all the secrets of his tree ... For the first time in my life, I saw the intestines burning in someone's eyes with hunger.
Lusty Andrein from the famines of Sahib Ji Waqar ... Hands were sitting in front of the tears as if to say ...
If even one Athro falls, the illusion will be broken ...
Even before the illusion of dignity was broken,
I prayed for
him and joined him in the meal.
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