Sometimes we used to be very rich, we used to run our ship too.
Even in the air.
Even in water
Two accidents happened.
The sun disappeared
First accident -
When flying a plane in class. The teacher hit the head and came out of school. Very fuzzy Was sworn, and left the ship to fly and fly.
Second accident-
Mother gave eighteen in the rainy season. To bring milk for tea. No guests came.
We sat in the ship floating in the gutter of the eighteen street. With floating ships we were walking with pride, with the throng. Happy happiness suddenly came and drowned the ship. Along with eighteen also got sank. Did not even find it. Guests went without drinking tea again and again barked. A cock was made for an hour and our ship swim in water was also closed.
Today, when the plane and cruise journey talk about So reminds them of those days. What was that time? And in today's time my son rotated the mobile of fifteen thousand then mother said no matter Papa will give another. We missed the sentence on eighteen.
Still, Alam is that even today our heads bow in front of the Father.
And our children talk with their parents, yam mummy. We have progressed from progressive.
Please bring my old days back.
The life of the parents passes in the making of the son's life and holds the beta status - My wife is my life -
I am the stone, my parents are shilpakar.
He is the real deserving of my praise.