The story of punjab

It was good, but the sun rose in the clouds. So the wheat were sad, like someone living in a house that they did not own.

Looked at the sad light in the sunlight wrapped in the clouds, wondered, and wondered about something like a poem, but it did not get out of my mind. The one who left me now and shook his hand. The one who was standing where was the light was light. The platform was still covered.

In the very first place I came to him and was in the night, not willingly, by compulsion. We reside in the night with the Valued Indian, where the Darjeeling Valuity is found and the chickens are Indian and the rubbing Bed we can carry on the collections of valet and the stories of compassion are mixed with tamarind spices ... without having such a place in Amritsar I had to go and stay with him. Rickshaw was passing through such a street mohalla and saying that the rickshaw bus was coming to an agreement, it was not difficult to calculate that there is no possibility of getting a detergent, a chicken and a soft bed. Wanted to kill two animals with a single rocket. That is why they wrote the last ficra with a lot of sorrow, so that if I had ears, that your uncle's son had to offer the moon, then ... you should take care of his high in the matter of marriage and marriage ... Marriage did not happen.
Just Baa Ji, no rickshaw goes away from it. Rickshaw pulls off with a narrow gang of narrow streets and wide waster.
I came to the street for money. Street with bricks and bricks Dirt was so dirty that the drains were coming out on the street-muddy and filth!"Sister, I go to Jaswant Singh Sodhi's house", I asked the middle-aged middle age that passed.
"Ah! A master of the others was playing on the platform. "
I stood before the stove. The chalk writing writing on the floor stops on the floor of the child of seven years. The polished light of the municipality was extinguished according to the custom. The lights and the letters were lying on the letters in the window of the room with which the letters written with chalk were shining even more.