I was walking on the road to see that there was a collar of pebbles on the road. After a while, the entire scene suddenly turned 180-degree angle. And I found myself lying on the streets, What is the matter, In the end, both legs and betrayed me? I'm lying on the street with a lot of skepticism. The city has a different look. Everything looks like big! Rickshaws seemed like buses. How would you like to live? When I was thinking of this, someone said, 'brother, give me your hand!'
Many people in the street, but I did not think anyone would have headaches to rise. Surprised, I saw a man in Lakiki stretching out his hand. I got a thank you thank you. The man said with a smiling face, 'Brother, I am Mofiz! I was helping you once. Have you forgotten? '
I could not seem to see the man anywhere. Who knows, something will happen, not everyone can remember the world. The man shook the dust off my garment, then came forward a little further. Then came 'as bhaijaan'. It's very nice to me. Nowadays, there are not so many people who are so generous. There are people like this because the country still has survived!
A rickshaw stopped, 'Brother, where will you go?' The rickshaw was wanted to know the destination. Hands and feet were lying on the road, there was no walk. So the address said. He agreed. The rent has been fixed properly. I came to the destination a little later. I got down from the rickshaw and gave a hand in the pocket. There is no mobile. Do not even talk about it, because you did not get out of the mobile. But I went out with a wallet, that's not the wallet. Immediately holding my hands on the road lifted the man's face in front of me. I understand the people like them are still the country is still alive!
