my favorite
Flower garden field bill. Kajal is floating in the distant forest with black eye gems. Small obscure, blurry in size. A few villages a few miles wide when jhum. Huge blue sky above. She is blinking her eyebrows repeatedly. Niranjan is looking at one meditation with fascinated eyes.
After many days, I came to visit today and found a great place. The mahogany eucalyptus teak trees lined up on the right side, leaving behind a flower garden of different varieties on the left side facing south. Huge bill in front. The big trees on the other side of the bill have become small and have fallen to the ground. Their association with durba
grass. No separate tree can be recognized. Lepte is like a picture painted by an artist. Raising his hand over Sumita's neck, Niranjan was sitting with her arms around Sumita's left breast. Sumita breaks the silence in the gap of frequent breathing - I get this sweet kiss for ages as if it is full of life, keep my friend Ogo Theko by my side for a while. Niranjan looked away from the distant sky and looked away with a light neck to his left - why not my friend. I will bet this life for you as many times as you will be reborn. After talking, they kissed Sumita's soft cheek, curled their lips and laughed.
How long have I been thinking about you? Office is no longer the time. Luckily your college is also closed so that is the golden opportunity; What else did Sumita want to say by interrupting Niranjan's words - Hmm and the place is like my mind. I never thought I would find such a place. - And that's why you came here and became a poet. - Hey, don't say that, I'll be a poet. - How can you say that in such a beautiful way when you are in Tana? - Hey, I suddenly remembered, so I said. I saw that his left h
and was hurting. How much do you weigh Why say again with weight? I don't mean that. Girls don't want to say age and weight. Sumita also felt a little uneasy about her weight. Age has nothing to hide from him. Last year, Niranjan himself filled the form and got admitted in the college. She knows her real date of birth. Then Niranjan said, "Yes, you see, I am ten years younger." Sumita clearly remembers that. Now with a little shy weight.
Sumita came to the right side and put the soup in Niranjan's right hand again. How much do you weigh? - You're almost twice as old as I am. Sumita sat down with a frown on her face. Niranjan understands his arrogance. - Dad, I don't want to know the weight anymore. Please return to the previous mood. This time
Sumita's breasts were twisted in the palms of both hands. Nivir kisses. There was no such habit before. The seclusion of the Botanical Gardens, the fine arts and the cinema. Even if he turns his hand a few times, Niranjan's brazenness means losing to Panar Now accustomed. Absolute happiness is to give yourself soup. This is part of many types of love. The natural instinct to get the most out of Nivir. There is no way anyone can deny hormonal action.
The river Turag flows through the last end of the bill. The water in the bill. There are very few passenger trawlers on the river, and there is frequent movement of sand trawlers. There are only a few pairs of pigeons sitting on all four sides. There are no shops here. Neither the Botanical Gardens nor the shoplifters have been spotted yet. The snatched curry and the tug-of-war runners have not yet smelled the vanity
bag here. So very quiet and calm. But the power of rickshaw pullers is not less. They drive rickshaws on the same road and when they see new people, especially if they have a girl with them, they get double the fare. This place was also billed a few years ago. Housing project traders have filled the sand with trees and planted gardens. So people have not noticed yet. So they are enjoying drowning in the sea of love this afternoon. Although he went out in the morning, he did not find a place to put his head on Niranjan's chest all day.
It didn't even rain. The intense heat of the sun is no more. Hidden behind the clouds. They are also hiding in each other's chest. Both of them are feeling intense heat. Sumita calmly asks, "Well, after marriage, will you go around with me like this?" After marriage, girls
become housewives. It takes days to take care of the children at home. Where is the tour time? Does that mean that love will no longer exist after marriage? No more time to turn around? Oh no no. Of course there will be. Love grows more after marriage. The baby grows more. Otherwise, the family would not last long in the world. I will definitely go around if you have time.
The green trees in the back did not grow much larger. Leaving a few stalks, he is just getting up. Small but large in number and dense so nothing can be seen inside. People also come and go inside. Sumita doesn't like seeing these things, she is scared. - Let's get up I'm scared - Why - I don't know. - Hey, no more boss, when is the time again, no fear boss. Their conversation started again. Raising
children in the family, raising people, etc., etc. No more talking. They have found the stairs of the dream world. Sumita talks more. Shortness of breath speaks to his own art. Exceptions from other girls. Niranjan also likes his words very much. Listen to this - tell me - a girl came to the flat next to us yesterday. - So? - What? I'm not finished yet. - Well tell me - her three-year relationship with the boy in that flat. Relationships are on mobile. They never met. They have a very good relationship on mobile