begunah Mujrim....

.....parvez was started  when in his  hands  the glass  bottle  of ink got crushed,  he dropped the crushed glass on to the floor,, he began wiping his hands  of 8nk on the corner of the table cover,  there was nobody around,,  the clock on the mental piece   it seemed  to him sounded clicking  to express  its sympathy  on his pitiful  condition