Your story,,,but look I am waiting ready with a pen in hand but words simply slip out of hand before I can catch them , how easy it was for you to write down stories, stories that were just heart touching, imaginative true and all sorts just now you said you would write a story on me sometime
certainly , and perhaps you will when I am dead on me
Dozakhi,, something on that pattern a reality theme asnat chughtai spun a narrative a mixture of truth and falsehood
Story of younger appa elder brother tales you could write yourself before I am dead
You have always been doing so when you are in rage and annoyed you quickly write a story about it covering up a small truth with lots of pretentious vocabulary giving it a fake outfit a false appearance to present it attractive
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