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Kolkata Girls WhatsApp group links different that gives an extension of life in which she has a different role, a waiting wife, a child completely different from a mother.  The role of a primitive woman who chooses her partner with her body, chooses to make contact with her heart.  She is tired of being entangled with the strings of these unwanted relationships.  These relationships that are not even his blood.  His blood relations have fallen apart somewhere.  Little brother remembers… I miss my mother sitting in a different form.  Such a doodle from which he will never get a call.  If Bapu had Kolkata Girls WhatsApp group links kindness

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 Kolkata Girls WhatsApp group links had decided somewhere else, he was Jogendar… Tenth was a failure.  Wears jeans and red shirts and puts on sunglasses.  Everyone would say jogi.  But soon after closing their eyes, Bai broke the three-year-old relationship on the matter of transaction.  When the relationship broke up, the name resonating in the world was also left behind.  Thirteen-year-old Sugna Bai was married to a thirty-year-old bedridden and widowed puppeteer Ramkissan.  Sugna's dream puppets began to appear.  Within two years of Bapu's death, his mother sat herself in the house of another farming man from a nearby village and in the hurry of their relationship, Sugna's gown was done before she turned fifteen.  Dia, sent without arms, almost empty-handed.  She left the land and sold all the little things.

 Kolkata Girls WhatsApp group links was seen walking down the camel cart from the veil ... one leg was thinned by polio despite being sacrificial body, so one hand used to move with the help of a stick.  It used to ride a bicycle… one paddle would hit the other paddle, the other foot would just lean on the other paddle for support… this short leg did not even reach the other paddle, but in the speed of the cycle.  There is no shortage.

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 Kolkata WhatsApp Group have found the only khejda tree in the courtyard of the house.  She would sit on this flat under the tree, taking a layer of flour, kachris-pods and green greens and scythe, and made full preparations for cooking here.  Immediately after penance, the first thing he did as he left the henna, was that this pucca tree in the courtyard of a puckered, closeted house was charred, with lime-slurry, leaping from above.  After doing this, he had made a round square.  She would have been happy if birds came on the table.  He had hung the water in a broken pot of pot, for a thirsty bird on a piece of khajade.  If a handful of millet were scattered in the courtyard, they would come down chirping.

 WhatsApp Group Bapu laughed at this act of his.  Then she removed her veil for the first time, looking at him, laughing and said, "I am making this house my own."  The same night, he handed himself over to that thirty-year-old bead without tantrums.  Sugna was very timid.  She was afraid of becoming a mother, her concern was resolved by Ramkisan, `` Bansi's first mother had come to Dahani, the Dakdar-nars of Jaisalmer, camp was set up.  Whosoever had two or two tabbers, sterilized everyone, forcibly, showing fear of the police.

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WhatsApp Group don't reverse, if you are Bansi-Nandu.  Two children are good.  Sugana laughed, a deep vortex fell in her navel.

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WhatsApp Group goes well, why would the puppet Ramkishan's story of Sugna run in four directions?  Due to dhani-dhore, tabers and in-laws, Sugana would have fallen alone?  Why did she go to those ruined houses and temples of Kuldhara?  On that day too, by sending Tabar to school, Sugna collapsed on a pile of dolls in the corner of the puppets from Dhamma.  Above the puppets kept moving, hanging.  She does not accept the guard of these puppets.  For the rest of the time, she used to feel a bit like herself, she felt that even her soul had some pair of eyes on her.  But here, in this corner, several pairs of puppets, covering themselves with eyes, would loose their glass and wander blindly to the waves of the twentieth of this healthy desert of the body.  We used to have weird dreams.  When the eyes opened, Sun would have been calling him standing in the middle of the courtyard.

 `Bindani %% Paani !;

 Dhapo Ri Bai!  It took him late that day to open the door, he was trying to sort out the tangled chord of Kanchali.

 `Eyes were fixed like a mother  Today the power is over ...;

 `Gallika Ramkisan who marries this Joban's mari.  Closed in the closet and did not know what to do.  One was, Kosalya… At five o'clock, three curses would go out for water.

 Eating the old lady's abuses, she ran away alone with Idoni, Charu-Chari, Matka.  Towards the unknown goal of getting water.  The well of his dhani and the tubewell had dried up last year.  When the government tap installed in the nearby dhani must have been closed.  The last day where Dhapo took her with him to take water, towards the ruins of Kuldhara, towards the sunken step.  On the step of the stepwell that is four miles away from water, only one of the villages is attracted when there is trouble.  No one gets so much sunlight

 Quickly extending her leg, she reached the stuttering step.  Both the charu-chari were filled with matka.  Seeing cold water, I felt like taking a shower.  It was three days before bathing.  Ramkisan gives a lot of talk - once in seven days, he bathes with the remaining two pieces of water in the night.  It is said, Sage Sugni, do not carry water much.  Here in our dhani, the custom of humans is from sand.

 Told not, Sugani is very sneaky, sweating cold talk, scared of the big trees and her hanging coats on the head.  As the stripped off, wearing a kilt and kurti, a charu overturned and took a bath.  Seeing his moving image, falling on the water, he remembered a moving puppet.  My name is Jasmine ... I am Malan Albeli, I have come alone from Bikaner! ... Ramchander sings in a melodious tune, dancing to that beautiful puppet.  She also started humming.  Image again shake.  Seeing his body in the light, it rained for years.  Elevate the Ghagra and see the feet, the wheat feet, the golden weeping calves.  Drying the body dripping from the currents of water, it sat on the stone placed under the tree.  It was not even a moment that someone fell back behind the slap.  Sugni's scream in the circle ... Arr ... is there a ghost that is a ducky monkey?  His heart was about to come out after tearing his chest.

 ळOkhe Koni many?;  (Does not recognize what?)

 Hearing the heavy voice of Mankh-Manas, Sugna quickly wore a wet veil.


 `Aye Sugna ... how will you forget?  Jogi, Joginder.

 Now she stood up.  Incidentally removed the veil.  Pant of the same genus.  Blond face.  Armored arm.


 The British had to bring Kuldhara to show.  The line of the guide is taken.  Jaisalmer Fort has its Apna Office.  I had learned from far away ... but you have made a new beginning.  Huh!;

 Sugna shook the shave.  Sticking on the wet body was pulling Lugade again and again.

 `And all right in the house ... Taber-Tober ?;  Jogi became ceremonial by turning her face away from her body, removing her eyes repeatedly.


 `` You have not changed ... I am like that ...  I ...?

 Sugna carefully looked at Jogi.  Gabru!  A single word came out and bound the soul.  She got up and pulled a light veil to lift the charu-matka and placed Edoni on the head and pointed at Jogi to lift it.  Jogi kept one by one on the Idoni placed on the head of Matka, Kalsi and Charu Sugna.  She pulled her nose veil, bowed down, and climbed the waving stairs in a certain rhythm.  Jogi was stunned.  The quicker the mind wanted to walk, the smaller the path of sandy tubs, the more the mind returned.

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