Yes, where a newborn child grows up in fifteen years. On the other hand, complete your education.
On the other hand, these fifteen years are less for forgetting any sorrow, any pain, any pain, any horror. Some of the less intelligent people just can't forget anything and some of the names that are their own and they don't have a big hand in all of them if we try to move forward exhausted while carrying the burden of our past. Some of the bitter words of our own and their bitter accents bind us in the same agony from which we have been trying to get out of a period of time. Some things force us to live with the same horror again and we want Can't even get rid of the pain of your past It seems to the onlookers that we have deliberately borne the brunt of this torment and we ourselves do not try to get out of this horror. But people should know that when only those who live with us torment us and then do not allow us to get out of this horror, how much pain it feels, how much helplessness it feels But those who say what is done, they become silent after saying it We have to endure this pain, this horror and the words of the people Whatever happens, I live in as much pain as I want, but I have hidden this pain in front of me in my silence.
And to be honest, I forgot all the pain and suffering I had inflicted on him, and I gave him another chance, so much so that even after all that, I still have that crazy kid alive who killed him so many years ago. But I still never felt bad about it. I still wished that if there was any happiness written in my destiny, I would definitely include it in that happiness, but they say that there is a limit to endurance and to be honest, today All the limits of my patience have been broken where I forgot every sorrow that was given to him to be included in the joys.
There I have now thought that even if I die, he should not be informed of my death. Because some people have a habit of not seeing the appropriateness of time and talking and walking and I don't want to be wrapped in a shroud in front of me and some people are crying and some my past on the white sheet of my shroud
Throw away the rubbish of innocence I can't live in peace despite my best efforts but yes I want to die with coins and that's why I don't want some people to come to my death When our caste is harmed then it hurts But when this pain is sprinkled with salt from time to time, then there is horror But alas, there is nothing we can do I'm so busy that I don't even have time for myself And the opportunities are such that I remember each of my sufferings with great difficulty.