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Probably Why I Prefer Mongolians!

Let’s focus on what patriarchs are talking about. The patriarchs are debating whether it is right to put children in power over adults.

2. The old librarian was talking aloud about the honey trap. The old librarian thinks that the honey trap is a good idea.

3. I wonder why grandma asked her grandson to tear the page off of the notebook. The one where I had written the homework. Was it all a trap because a certain uncle fell after a verbal dispute and somehow onus was on me, like that of real estate disputes of my father’s, divorce proceedings of my sibling’s, my grandfather’s disputes with local mafias and so and so on. I wonder how the notebook was torn.

4. It’s sure that none of them were just that : people taking tuitions because no matter how utterly honest I was : I was always more than just tutor. The Jain baby was to keep tabs on me. While my house was a good destination, his house was off the limits because he was disturbed. The poor kids from privileged colony were also to keep tabs or to eat time because police surveillance wasn’t enough. After I was taken away, they all developed cold feet. Forty feet, forty rupees. Read this tohu as homework assignment:

5. All suicides were because of me. I was responsible for all evils in their eyes. Blind to the core they knew not their own hearts or minds. They were misled by a few silly words from an old man.

6. You do remember the systematic gaslighting on my trip to Satna for the examination for the post of labor inspector. What happened in Panna? Why was my sibling in on it like he was in on recent goon networks? The silly man was behind the whole thing

. 7. They all wanted to teach me a lesson: all in the clutches of death, decay and aging. All jealous and hoarding dust particles. A beautiful mind John Nash. Only I did nothing worthy of Nobel prize like Piyush Jain yet. Ghanshi has settled here and now she’s been finding matches for me like those who sent girls on the water balls shop knowing fully well how such petty arrangements are made by people who are bored of their horrible existence. When I told Piyush Jain that I was going to give her a lecture on quantum physics, she asked me to be her guest at her friend’s house.

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The ink and paper!

A tree. Standing quietly in the middle of a farm. A farmer is weeding the field and the crops look bathed in the recent drizzle. A black dog stares at me. A Kingfisher has been sitting on the same electric wire where I left it half an hour ago. Weather has been absolutely pleasant and now temperature dropped as the drizzling stopped. I wanted to capture an image of the black bird but it flew away. I went to check the mud puddle.

2. The dance has astounding beauty today. I give a helping hand as a trailer laden with Fruits and vegetables is stuck on road which bent because of the cabling. I am not the only one as there was a traffic jam. Then I was worried about how to reach the destination.

The ways in which we think are as mysterious as godhead. Moonflower dance with a cyclist who was holding hands with a motorcyclist. A slight change in the tone and the meaning changes dramatically. Three crows on a single branch. The number of the trailer is 1480. Birds are chirping and vehicles pass by. A poet died yesterday and a teacher died today. A mule has an erection: how poetic tic tac toe mantic mantle up the ante update up to date upbeat neat Beatles tribute betlegeuse regal gala lingam. The ink in the pen is a black and the paper is white.