I remember the childhood when we heard it. We have a small pond next to our house. We call this a well pond. It is 15-16 years ago. During the rainy season, I was walking through the well on one side. A group of people suddenly saw me on the side of the mosaic Whose fish are hanging around, they will catch them, they will catch them. What can be done, how are they? These thoughts started to rotate on the head. Now the real idea on the head. Going to the market is a hook, a few I bought a yarn loin cloth and tied it on the head of a narrow bush. Then I was entering the yarn in the hook. But the work was not done, the yarn did not hurt. Then, after finishing the end of the thread, sharpened with a sip or spit, I inserted it into a hook, breaking a plain from the adjoining fence. When the fish sticks in the water, it is clear that the fish will be prone to it. Karalamabasa made by mixing salt and bread, the rest of the fish caught.
I went to the well in the water of the water, and went to the well in the hands of the water. I put the space on one side. I began to pour Bushmillah to the Bismillah. I started pouring a lot of signals. It started sinking, so I gave a tension. Some are caught. What is that joy, do not think that it is cool. In this way, I took a couple of three, ten ten grams in total. On the other hand, I am afraid of fear. I am very worried. I am afraid. I asked you what you are doing in my life. Here I talk to the cows in the fishing. Do you know what fish are fishing? Amma was happy to see the fish and I am in the mouth I was laughing and sad. I used to have fun cooked fish. And I used to have fun filled my stomach.
Today, after many days, I came to my home and remembered the words of childhood. It was a wonderful day.
