In a crowded city, where the number of vehicles is greater than the number of people, there lived a lone man who was busy cleaning his guitar. The guitar is a silent witness to his life, his very valuable treasure, which he loves more than anything in this cruel world. He continued to rub the guitar where he had rubbed so many times. As if the guitar will issue a genie who will grant all his wishes.
In a crowded city, where the number of vehicles is greater than the number of people, there lived a lone man who was busy cleaning his guitar. The guitar is a silent witness to his life, his very valuable treasure, which he loves more than anything in this cruel world. He continued to rub the guitar where he had rubbed so many times. As if the guitar will issue a genie who will grant all his wishes.