For the first time in my childhood, I was running on a road with a gas balloon in my hand.
I was so happy that the balloon burst with a sound.
I looked back, and there was a patchy rubber object lying on the road in a pitiful manner.
Now, at this age, I have come to realize that it was a world of things.
Ask for the whole area
A study from Khalid Javed's novel "Book of Death"
