Jaswinder ‘Junhri’
The story fluency
The thing is the time I’m M.A. In the first part of English, DAV College had enrolled in Jalandhar. Often going to the town of the town from Tajpur, a kilometer of Jalandhar on the village of Jallalandhar, and then rebuke the businesses of the roles of Roadways of Jalandhar, and then rebuke the businesses of the roles of Roadways, and after the Jalandhar bus stand. I always ride the back ladder on the bus above the bus. Running the bus was out of my population. The railway gate of college proved to be a boat for me. If the gate had just slow down I would get down down. After the classes ends, I often wait for the train to arrive so that the bus is slow, and I go to the roof to return home.
One day my eyes suddenly fell on the roof of the bus on the girls to a platform in the girls group. That pretty girl! Long long hair, decorated eyes with Surum! Small lighting in the nose. I kept a tuck to him. Why? not sure. But I suffered by the great tranquility of the great tone. I had never been with that before me. At the time when suddenly got our eyes and a poll smile, a moly smile. Shakespeare may probably say it first sight love.
I didn’t sleep that night. Just to come in front of me as the same scenario film. To make extra attempts, but worthless. For a two-hour, he broke into his ideas for two hours, but then the same blurry blurry picture stands at the same time opening. How not spent night smoked and I got ready earlier than before to go to college in the morning. I also looked at the hurry of the house. But then they did not ask anything in the library, but today I had another work. I wanted to see him again. I started waiting for the bus morning to Jalandhar to Jalandhar to Jalandhar. A private bus, but being close to the suspicion, and passed away. The driver may find out if it is a learning, certainly, must be built the seat in the morning. Parede the passengers on this head? As the watch needles were increasing, my heartbeats were faster.
Just as not the case with the Jalandhar bus stand on the Jalandhar bus stand on the DAV. The college gate went to the gate. However, the college boys pushed buses right in front of the college gate. Sometimes the two four drivers have served in the cheeper of four drivers. Railway Gate was about two hundred fellag from college. I found the same platform. There was no one. My heart fell. The frustrated college went into the college and planted. Class Kansad, just think of him.
First Room MA at the second floor as soon as the ladder Was of English. There were rooms of all the other subjects after that. The Indian room was at the end of the Varana, which was exactly the water cooler. Suddenly the girl saw that the girl was seated on the small wall of the Varana. From thirst, the pretext of drinking water was drawn to him.
I wanted us to talk. About yourself. About your first meeting, getting to meet first. I wanted me to praise his smile, a long hair, her smile, his nannap. I believed that he had his hand grab and realize her feelings that I would like to support him. But the students of the students of the coming political scriptures gave all my dreams role. At … I wrapped my destiny, feelings and dream baskets, slowed down, walked towards her class. Once the backs look again, he was still betrayed me on the youngest wall. The same smile, the same glow of shower. My attention was in detail. Before I think I would have been able to pass the door of my class, when my classmates and special friends vast revenue, where did the knee cow? There is no class before. If I ask the truth, I was really lost, in your dreams, in my future life, in the life of your mortagon. The truth was the name I gave to him. However, I was not addicted to drinking too much, but I would go to the same water cooler to see him. That MA. Was Punjabi. From the water cooler from a distance from a vertexen that was about a hundred meters. His first period is often empty or not just the same. But he searched on the same small wall by sitting supporting the pillar. He always tells me to fill the glass of water. I get a glass of water, pleased to a glass of water, and his hand touched his hand. They skip a smile. Now, sometimes asking him without asking him. She poured the rest by drinking and says, “I am able to say, ” I am asking him a glass of a glass,” GO ” And even the next laugh, “Yes. ”
On the day, but our first period so that water passes PP. About this in the class I didn’t tell anyone, not even the giant exempt. Why don’t know why? Perhaps this fear is the guest with a beautiful, honor, honesty, a beautiful look. Maybe that was afraid of me.
I would have seen him everywhere, cumps in the canteen the platform, never bonds with the backside. But most of the I saw him with the water cooler. I also save the eye and not to go to her.
The following week, we had an annual event in our college. It also had many compends, including speech, question North, Seminar, Fancy, etc. I wanted to talk to Mridnnai, sitting well, with him groomed, gossip and finally, … finally speak of your heart. So I finally went to the bottom. My friend suggested my name for the speech competition. The subject was ‘unable or unable to differently’. It was actually a talk on the features of the disabled people. I was happy. Preparing to see that the appointment will be made, but so did not happen. The first speech was to be competition, I was even more joy. Perhaps the talk can leave the more effect on the mriganyan.
I started my speech. In this, I persuaded the youth of the society: “You be the resort of girls, can’t hear, or then he is the mental balance. Is not. Where do the young ones consider the heir of Rajguru, Bhagat Singh and Sukhdev? Why do we move photos of photos of those cars, if they are not within us? How many other Bhagat Singh is born to handle you? How many sacrifices need to improve society? Do anything yourself. How long until the last awaits that no heroes come to save us from these evils? ”
Variab’s mess forced to note the judge panel by the judge of the judge panel. A group of girls were unclaimed by a group of a smoothly and made my supporter.
Wow Gow Wow! Ashra! There is a deceitful! The forceful. I was kunshi, which was washed was wash. My voice is some of the top, “How sad we don’t talk to these dimensions to adopt. We have long speech about these, written in newspapers, and then become great by writing books to them. But what is happening on the earth, we are completely unaware. Today, we need to break from the so-called traditions of the society, to break the social customs. Let’s give all such wicked thinking such a wicked thinking that the Divis is considered inferior to the spirit of the contributor is considered.
By finishing your speech, I come up with a hurry and sat in the crowd of the audience. In fact, Mriganne’s election was taken for the fancy dress competition.
“What will be affect?” I asked because we had many openly.
” Tell you. What you like, “he said by smiling.
” Scehi? ”
” Yes, of course. ”
I had the homicide how beautiful he looked in the silver. I also started imagining that he was coming to the rump, in a beautiful nathley, resurrected to the allegian, he was unfortunate in the arms, he thinks he Will smile and brings eyes in the eyes, ‘what look like?’ And I will get up from his seat, and he will rise from his seat in the gesture, and I will sit in the gesture from the hungry. Well, I came to audience to see him at the competition.
One by one and the boys visit all the girls to the ramp calling a name, the viewers tighten the same touch. Then I Mrigangena, which was sitting in the crowd. As soon as he came, all the boys stood on chairs, sinks and clarity noise grew. The music was given the best music, but I was sitting on the seat by seeing him. What is it? This girl is lame with a lame! “This girl M.A. Does Punjabi works. There is a very Bibi girl. Get up to 6 out of every class. The poems also writes, “said Davinder said. So on my feet solely as the land slipped. All my dreams got crushed. All emotions stretched down. All realizations towards him may have been taken. Just the picture of their home atmosphere in my mind … I would all have to sit down and bite to eat my mother and a brother, ‘A brain broke up? What is the reduction in thee a? Lawnt you? You are? What will people say? The molesticks will do the smo. Don’t try to be more great. Do the people of men. Will he be a burden of the rest of the age? ”
On the other hand, herself like my inner rule, Sukhdev and Bhagat Singh are shaking on my seat to bring a new revolution. Here, my Bapu and mother’s eyes was I tried to break in myself.
‘How sadly, we do not talk to these days to adopt. We have long speech about these, written in newspapers, and then become great by writing books to them. But what is happening on the earth, we are completely unaware. Today, we need to break from the so-called traditions of the society, to break the social custom traditions, “‘I was eating my own lyrics. But what will people say? The molesticks will do the smo. Try to be more great, “the words like a corruption of corrings on my ears. I waited for a daughter-thinking man, looking for a moock hero. Variab’s noise was ringing as a hammer in my head.
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