10 SARVA SHIKSHAN BLOG NEWS REPORT USEFUL FOR ALL.
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IPL ફાઈનલ મેચ ની હાઈલાઈટ જોવા માટે અહી ક્લિક કરો.
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જાણવા જેવું/ શું આપને ખબર છે આપની સેલેરીમાંથી દર મહિને કપાતા 25 રૂપિયામાંથી આપ બની શકો છો લાખોપતિ
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બોર્ડર ફીલ્મનુ સંદેશે આતે હૈ....ગીત દેશી વાયોલીન પર એવા અંદાજમા વગાડયુ કે તમે પણ.કહેશો....
વાહ શુ ગીત વગાડયુ
I sit quietly in the summer. I too was incarnated in a hypocritical world like yours. Lived a little-a lot. I had a family in a few, I was educated and had a great fun life. Wherever there is a village, there is a garbage dump in our Surat. I had experienced this once before. But this experience was the last.
Who knows who might have made this Valentine's Day .. !!
There must have been a lurking in it, a thorn of mad acacia burst in my rose-like life, it grabbed me from behind and strangled me, there were many spectators in front, chichiyari, begging for mercy, spectacle fun, prayers, prayers of my life etc etc ....
I was crying. Was screaming. More than that the front was crying. Were screaming. I was hoping for them. They had more hope than the lurking behind me. I wish .. !! If my mom, dad or brother were in front they would have saved me and if they were standing in front and they could not save me, then curse on such a relationship, father or brother could not save his sister daughter. Somewhere along the line I hoped that these lurking people would not dare to go so far. But I did not know that the people in front of me did not have the same courage.
My heart was pounding. Between a little fear and a little hope my mind was going crazy. I wanted to live so I made requests to the helpless people standing in front of me. But the lurking behind me was about to kill me. I was seeing that soon my life would be limited. Yet the world was full of begging. I remember my childhood when mommy and daddy would go high and low on my crying.
There was no one in the world to hear me today. Yes ... there were some machines (mobiles). Who heard my voice and saw me. The same machines are paying homage to me today. Maybe I can get justice through the same machine. The sound coming from my throat suddenly stopped. It was then that I realized that my life had calmed down. I fell down. My breathing was on. People were still screaming. The smoker was throwing plastic at me.
When the phenomenon witnessed by machines spread like wildfire in the world, many people criticized the government as before, criticized humanity, criticized the society, many criticized Khara A Lukkha and demanded maximum punishment for him. Instead of criticizing the people standing in front of me, get the crown of the event. I still had no hope other than my own, because our system would probably put a basket of blame on my savior.
But no one thought about my condition, my mood, my soul, my sore throat, the miserable condition of my life, my hope of survival, the wear and tear on my neck, the unexpected death, my last boom.
Boil for four days, then wait for another summer. But be careful not to have your sister's daughter next summer. You felt more secretive than that.
Improve some arrangements without writing candle marches, rallies, applications or false big articles. The rest of the time the thorn is turning. Today I am tomorrow.
10 SARVA SHIKSHAN BLOG NEWS REPORT USEFUL FOR ALL.