The night is ten to twenty minutes. I am sitting in a wooden chair in a sidewalk hotel; I and Nasir and I Sitting tea, and the Moglai started eating a cigarette after burning Nasir. The cigarette was filled with a coil in the surrounding area. And it was very annoying to see the vicious air to breathe. Why does people eat cigarettes? Why is an inability to pollute the surrounding environment? I do not understand what fools find happiness in it.
After chatting a couple of friends, the two friends left the purpose of the house together; The night is at midday. Twenty-six-hour-long moon-blasting moon in the sky. "The dead cloud of clouds, the dead moonlight, makes the mid-night nature very unknown. Hairy smell Henner smells of drug addiction.
I started thinking I was shocked. Friend Nasir, went back to his home. After all, silent silence; The whole city is in deep sleep. A dog is running on a neem tree in the end continuously. How do the cook bird call! When you hear the words of the six! It's like a grief and bitterness in the dacoit. That call has increased the nights of this winter night.
A chargelite in my hand Leaving the big road while walking on a small street. Suddenly; I stood up and stopped the walk! It seems that a little bit of the bushes below the street, the bush and the bush are moving bigger! We went ahead with a little bit of fear. Then there is a middle-aged man like a young body to cover the charge; The mile ran fast and ran fast. I saw a little more light light!
A woman's body without clothes in the upper part of the navigator; The two eyes with their hands are lying on their lips. Its filling body is swelling swelling like the rainstorm! I removed the spit. I did not understand what to say. 'I rebuked! Who are you this girl Before it was understandable, the woman threw her two legs with a dib and started crying.
Brother, do not make me a prostitute in this city for me in the sake of Allah. I have no blame. I rebuked again, shut up, wear clothes and say what happened? She dropped her legs and covered the side bushes, wearing a piece called sari, which had her color long before. She could not cover her body after putting some claws in her sari.
Then puffed his head down and stood in front of him. I looked up and said that you will be much bigger than my age, so now I said to you. He started to bow down. She is the wife of Siraj's son, Badar Ali, who was dead next door. Her husband works or works in a factory abroad. We came home after the first year, take clothes and take money. He used to live for some time; Siraj and Asena do not have two years. There he married another; Now she will not come again. She works at home's house. Many young people and older older people also offered him a cook. He never agreed. Many times I thought of leaving this city; She will leave her husband's house. But how can I go to the sick mother-in-law? He said that he was a Maya.
I'm surprised! A husband who can be happily married to another person without knowing his findings, but he is carrying on the responsibility of the elderly ill mother. I was surprised to hear his words. Every day I spend a day eating well and also the jotena properly. She does not eat at home, she is Outside, many are standing with bad proposals for him. He does not go to work There is no sorrow but I am not going to die because of myself, but the old mother-in-law does not tolerate it when it hurts. Everyone shows greed for sari, money. Due to lack of clothes, I can not go anywhere for work. So, in the words of this man's shouting today ... ..
Do not rebuke now! Going closer, I placed my hands on her head. The girl straightened her head fearing fear. His lips are like the fishes of two fish; She can not talk again and again fear and shame. I said, you do not worry. I will not tell anyone about this. She heard a sigh of relief. I think, maybe a stone weighing on the chest, just moved away.
Asked what is your name?
The answer is very disturbing and tacitly santa. I said, do not worry. Now you go. Embracing, clinging cloth; The tired body was slowly mixed into the darkness and the girl got into the dark.
I'm still standing - I think myself a very guilty criminal, I'm not the best. Not a social reformer, but a very despotic person; Yet, on the screen of the mind, many women talk about life To whom sarees are not worth any valuable thing to avoid shame. Fashion for them in the sari. The TV screen, the newspaper, the rage to attract people to yourself. On one particular day, there is a coat of self-development. An elegant decorated in almirah. So today I remember those sari cloths; Those who were spotted with sparkling sari, but the water did not come. But today, there is a huge amount of cash, a sari of ninety-nine rupees, and see why the water came out, why do not you know.
