The lucky night of a lower middle-class student

Night in the poor countries of the world is solitary and beautiful. In those dark days, helpless, fragile people lie dead with a dog, on a hard toe pavement. Am I not better than them? The height of my bedroom, the heat of the heat, is not the kindness of the widowers? A little trouble, there is a pillow under the head, there is a dirty mosquito; And there is - Beloved letter below the pillow. Haha .. Even after this nightdream of summer, I'm still keen on my joke!

I think I was very tired today. If you are tired of being in a deep sleeping country, no country wants anything, but you can not get it! Maybe there is no sleep or it is not as good to eat in the night like everyday.
I think, this cruel civilization! Do not you think for a while before giving a picture of food on Facebook, can any hungry person see this picture? Or do they run Facebook? I used to go to Facebook all day. A student is teaching, his home is in Wi-Fi. His mother is not paying for two months. There can be a logic behind the fact that he does not believe that the students of political science can study 'good' mathematics. I go like beehive, eat two toast biscuits, sit on Facebook under the fan. Students are also taught! There is more than just teaching what to do in the free Wi-Fi service.

I am one of the absentees, and I have not got the seat due to 'unknown'. You can make the mistake of slipping down the house where I am staying at home and seeing the environment around it. My own mistakes are. Yet I'm happy - I've got a house here. An elder brother has managed to please. He is a man of great mind, co-editor too! But if the condemned rumors, then he or she can run syndicate. I like him, respect him, fear me.

However, this night, trying to shut me down on my chest. I left the house The cell phone worth the price of six thousand rupees is worth sleeping in the house, its charge is not. This is incredible; I'm surviving as a slave of technology so that the water of Paniwhat is in the hands of the smartphone. In the mind, we are walking on the ground floor to give thanks to the late mother.
In the morning, rich on one side of the field, and the dirt of the house fell. In the afternoon, the children of the poor house halaya and at night some people addicted to life and want to end it. I am going to the spot in the sleepy eyes.

A small jatla in the field. The light is visible. Curiosity is more because of the poor people, I went ahead. Moreover, there is no moon in the state of hunger today, sadness is also strong for bread.
My lucky night is present. No wedding is being eaten in the house because it is high in the home. I'm hungry too!
Nobody feed me. It is no longer a coincidence that in the childhood, the father, who grew up in his uncle's family, was a mother.
A man's mind was caught by me when I was dressed. Polythene powder, chikon rice rice, one poultry chicken, a little beef meat! In the Holy Bible, I used to eat food like a weird little man, dumb, deaf. I did not thank the kind person. If you feel tired of thanking me in my face?

I started eating with the beggars, with the intoxicants. I got a feel, well; Where did I see this kind of man? Today is one of my familiar friends. Many photos on Facebook, what is there? This is the familiar, whose eyes and face are seen; I hate the love of my social life.

Ah!! Very fortunate this night There is one lemon found in my polythene.