The beginning was a little different in terms of silver and magnificence. To play soccer on the pitch street, silverware met with greatness. Roopak then took admission in college and at Mahima Class 8
In one parallel afternoon, the ball was playing football. Mahima was finishing coaching, while passing the passage, the open hair of mahima opened in the air in the face of the moon. Mahima did not understand, but what does it mean that aunty is going to say the rhythm of rhythm. Behind the rear looks great. "What did you say," looked at the silver and looked at the glory. After some time, it is very nice to say, the greatness is astonished by the "key" look, with big eyes,
"You do not mean your hair, does not mean my football, Ayyamer football is not so good?" Mahima went to laugh to laugh. The diamond started to shuffle friends. If you meet with silver, how do you have a haircut queen ............ After every day the look of the beauty of Rupkoki. In the same place Who began to think of the beauty of Mahima? He always remembered the beauty of the hair of glory. After a few days, he started to talk about courage and courage. But what is the identity of this, "I am a silver, and this is my football, your name will be known." Mahima, if she could learn more if she wanted to laugh, then she could hear her back, and my name is Mahima. Then again, he has an eye on him, but the condition of silver is bad every day, he is waiting for the afternoon only. After 1 month he will boldly say that he is standing again on the road. Go from glory to the side and say.
"I'll tell you"
"What"
"I do not mean anything good."
"What do you mean"
"That means I do not like the afternoon, and you go there"
"I do not like it!"
"No, no, that does not mean it's nothing else."
Muchki laughing goes to glory After 3 days, the silver is wrapped in the afternoon, the greatness of a paper was thrown on paper and it was written on paper that "you are an ass", but you can not understand it later. After that, they will love the letter only after the love story. After 10 years later, on the day of the holidays, the Rupk stands on the street in the football, but in the street there is only one son in the lap of glory. Maybe 5,6 months maybe Little Rupa G Mahima and son of Rupa. Their love is still there ............