Once upon a time,there was a boy named me who was always quiet in himself.He always wants to go to the beach with his friends.The day passed on ,the month passed on,the year passed on, he was always feeling about the future in this hugh city of sydney.He always felt alone, even though someone wants to be near with him.When he was angry, he used to go to the beach which was his favourite place.Along with the big boomy waves of the sea,he used to calculate his whispering heart.He was always calculative with the things that he had.One day it was a chrismas time,the whole sydney city was roaming happily in coming of Santa but the boy didn't went in the city,he went again to his favourite beach.At that time my friend was also along with me.The friend left me since i was boaring.Cool enough,an enchanting voice of the painful sorrowness came round the city called help me!All became shocked of seeing everyones face,but the reality was the boy died near the beach of the sea flourishing the help in need.
I was alone at the time of need and i was been praised when i had a good health.
Everyone will forget the relationship in the world in search of money.
Kindness will only be the paat of the shoulder in the corrupted mind seeking the money.
oie k cha yaar.. ma ta aailay afgan ma chu yaar Rocky pani yaha afgan ma nai cha. hope timero sabai thickai nai cha hola........... aani padai kasto hundai cha ta.......
oe ta sydney mai ta chas..... na bheteko pani therai bhayo.... anyways tero ra mero bhet bhako pani one year bhayo... keep on rocking in sydney...byeeeeeeeee
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