Feelings of human touch

Let me say at the beginning, my story is a fictional story.

It's not that I don't write real stories, I write real stories, but I want to start with the whole fictional story.

My story is the story of a carpenter.

The dream of a carpenter was to work very well with skill.

Thinking that he would win the hearts of all, he constantly displayed his skills well.

The carpenter is constantly testing his skills. There is a time when he realise that the best work and beauty that has ever been done has come to the fore.

He started thinking about it and the reason behind this thinking is that he will find out what he likes and dislikes.

At the end of his thinking, he took a good look at how to make the most efficient sofa set and how many more sofa sets he made in a few days.

The love for work grows more and more.

This love is the beginning of his decision. He decided, sofa set,

Without it he would not make anything.

Then the carpenter started making sofa sets of many designs as per his choice.

His sofaset became popular and everyone liked him, but one day he noticed the sofaset and saw his own face in the mirror.

At one point she became self-conscious about her own sofa set in all aspects of beauty.

In this way she continues to go for a few more days. She has more beautiful and better sofa sets in different places far and wide.

People collect their favorite sofasets, so his name becomes very good, but in one place he lags behind.

When she brings her face and sofaset in front of the mirror, she starts to feel something very annoying and bad.

It would be better for him to think that one thing is clear, everyone likes his sofaset, but no one likes him.

Thus begins his violent affair with the sofa set.

Later he decides how he will get in touch with people.

He wants to get in touch with people in any way he can, so he keeps thinking about how to make it possible.

At some point he will be able to come up with a solution to his problem because of the vast improvement of his thinking.

He thought very well he would make a sofaset in which he would place himself.

In this way he started making sofasets with his intelligence and made a place for himself inside the sofaset,

where he started to be successful in his work according to his thinking style so that he could get in touch with people very well.

He first made a beautiful sofaset and placed himself inside the sofaset.

Later the sofaset reached the house of the person who had collected it

The girl started using the sofaset when a girl. Then the carpenter came in contact with the girl, and she began to feel something new.

After a while, when night fell, he stepped out of the sofaset, and the hope that was in his mind slowly began to be fulfilled.

In this way he continued his activities, new sofasets, new places, he continued to be a carpenter.

In this way, it was going well for some time. It was late at night at that time,

He suddenly came out and the girl woke up shortly after touching the sofaset of a girl.

He later left the place. Many days go by like this and this story was being told to someone online.

That's why the carpenter who was telling this story online,

The girl also made a sofaset and was sitting on that sofaset and reading this story.

Then the carpenter told him that is what you think.

I've been watching you for a long time,

I've been looking for you for a long time. My purpose is to stay in your house, you, the sofaset you ordered a few days ago.

It was late at night when the writer heard this and got frightened and started running around, suddenly the power went out.

This further frightened her and she started calling the cat. The author was a pet cat.

Later on, the writer could really feel the carpenter, wherever he was going,

it seemed as if the carpenter was going behind him and sometimes floating in front of him,

His face thus frightened the writer.

Once the police were informed, the police came and searched the house of the writer, but found nothing.

The writer was disappointed that the next night he felt something like that.

Thus the morning came at the end of the night and a courier service knocked on his door.

Then when the writer got the courier service paper and started reading,

it was written in the paper that the story you have read is the story and the story has been given to you online.

The author was a little relieved and got ready to meet the person who wrote this story.

As usual the writer went to meet the person and the writer was surprised to meet the person,

because the person who wrote these stories is a blind person. The blind man said my mother helped me write the stories.

At the age of fifteen, I lost sight of that blind man.

The man who comforted her and said that she liked her writing very much and moved her to a very realistic vibe,

she will reveal her stories very well. The man thanked the author.

The end of this story is a little different. The author had a cat that suddenly fell dead next to a dustbin.

I tried to write the story in a good way.