Firoz said to Maqt-Maqat, you make a miscarriage, but it is a fairly ray apa. The girl and the girl are two different personalities. You've gobbled off.
Tazin could not say even in anger. After one of their five sisters, this one brother. Her head was lost in love. Did not do anything in life It does not seem to be able to do any day.
Firoz
Force.
Is that all a game for you?
Why play?
Tazin did not say anything else. Firoz looked at eating. How do you turn your head down
Eating Cheeked beard Suddenly the beard of the beard, who would say? His smile does not come, anger
It goes on. Wish to slap
How do I feel in the beard?
Good
Rabindranath Tagore has not come?
Tazin did not say anything. With the formation of the face of Rabindranath, there is a strange match in my mouth. Hair and beards are a bit taller, look at them.
What to do? Buy a cloak?
It's not bad, but I'm sorry. A cloak is bought. Credited is not available.
Order will be made by order. Then after that cloak, at a function in Bangla Academy, they would scare everyone. The gurudev will start whispering around.
Let's be silent!
Sorry, I do not think you're a Bengali student. Give me a drink If you have a flickering drive with a flickering drive,
Every time Adala got scholarship in class eight, her father gave her a wonderful gift. A huge book on the five hundred pages of the Moroccan skin bought from Lisbon. A Spanish dancer photo in the cover. How to draw such a beautiful picture in the skin! Looks like the girl starts to come out of the skin and starts to dance.
The color of the inner leaves is creamy. What a smooth! Every page has amazing waterways. Plants, rivers, clouds of the sky
Fakhruddin said, laughing laughing, he thinks the gift. Like it
The pleasures of Apalara's eyes came to the water. He said to himself, "Yes."
From now on this story will write stories, poems, dramas - these.
I can not write all these dad.
Write-write is written. Will try. Not all of them, they will write special events of life. It's a big event that you get scholarship. Write it beautifully. Then when you are old enough, the hair will be white, the cataracts will fall out of the eye, then you will find out how much better it will look.
I will never be old, father.
So understand?
Fakhruddin smiled at the house trembling for a while. Excellent in that book, Apell did not write anything for the first year. He wished to write many times, with pen, but eventually did not want to destroy the beautiful leaves. She started leaving the book openly after leaving the page. Not many writings were selected, they were rewritten and rewritten.
He wrote for the first time on the last day of half-yearly examination in class nine. This part is written in Sadh,
Today my examination has ended. I have no joy in my mind. The test is very good. Why is not my pleasure? I do not know right. Occasionally I feel sad when I am very happy. I shouted. Last year we went to a place called Pokhara in Nepal. The huge hills around. How beautiful scenes! How delighted the father and mother were Baba started taking pictures of one after another by the camera. But without any reason, I was very sad. The throat is loaded. The water came to the eyes. Nobody could see the fate.
Apolla's book began to fill in the order. He pulled the class and wrote the first story. His story does not mix with age. The name of the story is Raj-Dancer The subject of the story is not about coming in fifteen years of age. Start at:
Dancer
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