The end of the path

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== The end of the path ==
In the middle of the night, grief silence is hidden.
The vessel that will send me today, maybe in a strange unknown world. Yet there was no hope of taking the world.
It’s all covered with a dull fog. Maybe this dark will take you on the way to the final destination.
There is no compromise in this.
Three years ago, life was different.
Chat with friends, but I did not understand anything except dive.
Like every time this year we have the responsibility of organizing a new Baran ceremony after our Friend Circle.
The last one of the ceremony, I played Rabindra music song.
Then, after passing the flowers of the Nabin, we went to the house.
In the meantime, the girl called the caller back from behind.
It did not take much importance and started to walk again.
Girl: When do you hear from me?
Imran: This is the one who is listening, who says how I am calling to me.
Girl: Leave aside, you can sing Rabindra songs very beautifully.
Imran: Thank you.
Girl: If you do not mind, what can you do with friendliness?
Imran: Well, I’m not a friend, but you’ve never seen me before in college?
The girl: I have been one of the few who gave the rights to a few moments ago.
Imran: Oh today so come tomorrow.
After coming to this, I came to know from there that the girl named Nandita. Much of the absorbing nature of the nandita is embraced in a few days, it seems to know how many years it is.
All day, I would sit in the basket of words and listen to me like the listener, I did not want to stop talking. Wishing to hear the days of the Ada class and the story of Nandita. One day, sitting on the nandita
Nandita: Do you love anyone?
Imran: Why do not you tell a person to live?
Nandita: Who did not introduce me to me.
Imran: When will you meet me right?
Nandita: Tomorrow, what is your favorite man look like?
Imran: Some comparisons can not be compared in comparison, do not look for yourself either tomorrow or see.
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Nandita went away and thought, thinking, when I talked about the man of love, the face of Nandita was to be seen.
This means that the rain should come from the eyes. I told Naditya to come to the Padma with a massage for tomorrow.
I have seen sitting before, but Nandita seems different today than the other day.
Eyes in red and swollen may not have come to sleep all night.
I went to the boat and two
Nandita: Where are you? Why are you leaving him in the boat?
Imran: Wait, wait for the time to be seen.
Nandita: If he does not find you, do not get angry?
Imran: Today he will do the world today.
Nandita: But what?
Imran: It’s not that soon after, did you ever tell me you love me?
Nandita: I, who told you?
Imran: This is the madam that you have written in your diary.
Nandita: Where did you find it? I did not find the diary.
Imran: Because I was taking it from your bag, otherwise I would not have told that the person I love loves me too.
Nandita is running like a child Kadai is running in the direction of Sussarak, the hand stays tightly holding her hand tight.
Not to lose this limitation.
Love, pride, quarrel was going on well between us.
Nandita made a messy life fresh.
When I was not able to listen to Nandita, I would have been laughing and I used to laugh at Nandita.
This is the pride of Nandita, which is involved in other delusion. Small, small gifts were very happy. Nandita’s belly flowers liked so much so that the belly of flowers could be taken by the necklace and it was so happy that she would not have the language to say.
But time does not always go unnoticed, how Nandita’s father knows how to relate our relation.
So to see the pot began to look nanditata. In the meantime, the call came from Imran’s house to mother sick village.
Nandita also came to know why she did not want to leave Nandita on the day of leaving the train.
In the meantime, I did not go home but went through the middle of the block.
One fear was working, maybe fear of losing nandita.
It was evening to reach home, I heard the mother being admitted to the hospital.
Did you go after a little soon
So I hurried towards the hospital. After 3 days, I took my home home from the hospital.
Because of the busyness these 3 days did not talk to Nandita and the phone was not stopped, so I called Nandita, but she was showing off.
I do not understand what to do about the thought.
So I went to the train the next morning, but Nandita could not find any.
So came to the college to catch Nandita’s cousin Riddhi to know.
But after hearing what I heard, the soil below my feet was lifted.
Due to hostility to Nandita’s father’s business partner, they kidnapped Nandita and demanded for huge amount of money.
Nandita’s father agreed to pay, but the next morning, the lentils of Nandita were found on the banks of the river.
Imran’s everything stops in the moment.
Everything is sort of inappropriate.
So dear to the dear man, so can not be lost in this way.
Through Riddhi, we know that the murderer’s name is Nandita.
Due to lack of evidence, the killer Adnan Ahmed and his friend released RIBS the next day. Without Nandita, life seemed worthless, I could not accept Nandita and I could not even sleep at night, all the shades of Nandita would flutter.
I swear that those who kill Nandita will not let them live in this world. From morning to night, Adnan and Rita started to look after all the activities.
As far as I know, from Adnan and Risby Night Club, drunk at 2 o’clock in the car and return home

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