StoryHive 07

 Mother's daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni's words mother's daughter meaning definition Those days are gone Your attention is on chicken, biryani these days We are old black margaritas Our mind is dry with Elishi Whatever you give, It is in the mouth of the dabu gohari When I was old, I did not get food Now , yes, yes, it is clean with children I remember the words of the daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni Get married at the age of 15 After eating, I sighed deeply Nana thought that I was not a daughter Nalita Bida Remove the burden from your head and work day and night at the mother-in-law's house Who cares about our food The rain water is pouring down, the rice is hot, the rice is going to the stove We are burning our stomachs for the stove We bring water from two koshas, ​​the rice is standing near the stove mother's daughter meaning definition Cow dung piled up on the floor, father-in-law and six children were sleeping on the bed at night. Something about the house s...

 Mother's daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni's words mother's daughter meaning definition Those days are gone Your attention is on chicken, biryani these days We are old black margaritas Our mind is dry with Elishi Whatever you give, It is in the mouth of the dabu gohari When I was old, I did not get food Now , yes, yes, it is clean with children I remember the words of the daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni Get married at the age of 15 After eating, I sighed deeply Nana thought that I was not a daughter Nalita Bida Remove the burden from your head and work day and night at the mother-in-law's house Who cares about our food The rain water is pouring down, the rice is hot, the rice is going to the stove We are burning our stomachs for the stove We bring water from two koshas, ​​the rice is standing near the stove mother's daughter meaning definition Cow dung piled up on the floor, father-in-law and six children were sleeping on the bed at night. Something about the house s...

 Mother's daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni's words mother's daughter meaning definition Those days are gone Your attention is on chicken, biryani these days We are old black margaritas Our mind is dry with Elishi Whatever you give, It is in the mouth of the dabu gohari When I was old, I did not get food Now , yes, yes, it is clean with children I remember the words of the daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni Get married at the age of 15 After eating, I sighed deeply Nana thought that I was not a daughter Nalita Bida Remove the burden from your head and work day and night at the mother-in-law's house Who cares about our food The rain water is pouring down, the rice is hot, the rice is going to the stove We are burning our stomachs for the stove We bring water from two koshas, ​​the rice is standing near the stove mother's daughter meaning definition Cow dung piled up on the floor, father-in-law and six children were sleeping on the bed at night. Something about the house s...

I remember my childhood my childhood question answer T he gentle breeze of the river The morning dreams I saw in my sleep The vermilion sun The sound of my uncle's house The hot summer sun, the amber rain, the copper rain The rainy day's breeze E ating a little bit of rice to go to school T he winter's kanji torani T he heavy rain of Shravan P utting a little rice on my head T he dirt T he bag I didn't have with me Holding a sack in my hand Eating garbage on the muddy road R unning to school The sound of the ting, ting at four o'clock It gives me the feeling of vacation The heartache of the unforgettable writings is not forgotten The dark courtyard The sleep of the mouse The cold of Gantaghar, the companion of rain. You protect me like a mother, even when the cotton is on the stove, you were always with me, I was also changed by you. Who took away the bronze of that time? The wheel of time is turning, the hour is turning, the minute is turning, I am looking...

I remember my childhood my childhood question answer T he gentle breeze of the river The morning dreams I saw in my sleep The vermilion sun The sound of my uncle's house The hot summer sun, the amber rain, the copper rain The rainy day's breeze E ating a little bit of rice to go to school T he winter's kanji torani T he heavy rain of Shravan P utting a little rice on my head T he dirt T he bag I didn't have with me Holding a sack in my hand Eating garbage on the muddy road R unning to school The sound of the ting, ting at four o'clock It gives me the feeling of vacation The heartache of the unforgettable writings is not forgotten The dark courtyard The sleep of the mouse The cold of Gantaghar, the companion of rain. You protect me like a mother, even when the cotton is on the stove, you were always with me, I was also changed by you. Who took away the bronze of that time? The wheel of time is turning, the hour is turning, the minute is turning, I am looking...

I remember my childhood my childhood question answer T he gentle breeze of the river The morning dreams I saw in my sleep The vermilion sun The sound of my uncle's house The hot summer sun, the amber rain, the copper rain The rainy day's breeze E ating a little bit of rice to go to school T he winter's kanji torani T he heavy rain of Shravan P utting a little rice on my head T he dirt T he bag I didn't have with me Holding a sack in my hand Eating garbage on the muddy road R unning to school The sound of the ting, ting at four o'clock It gives me the feeling of vacation The heartache of the unforgettable writings is not forgotten The dark courtyard The sleep of the mouse The cold of Gantaghar, the companion of rain. You protect me like a mother, even when the cotton is on the stove, you were always with me, I was also changed by you. Who took away the bronze of that time? The wheel of time is turning, the hour is turning, the minute is turning, I am looking...

Existence I asked my existence in solitude. Existence is mine.Look who I said. She laughed at me and said, "I'm sorry." She kept quiet. She answered silently. As if the deaf mother knew. Where else is the churning noise? It's the morning of time. This birth has passed. It's a mystery that I will come in another birth. My heart was a terrible blow. D eception, life is just an empty ideal. My existence, full of self-pity, is a child's day. T hakur pours water from the bowl, walks around, and throws it. When I was a teenager, I pick up the paddy, throw the amul I brought from home, and give it to my friend and get beaten I ask myself if I did wrong when I grew up. S itting by the fire in the evening, my existence silently cries. Today and tomorrow, whoever I see, my mobile is ticking, my brother I listen to you talk from home, whenever I want to breathe under the open sky, I am pushed to breathe oil, salt, the world. If you ask me, I will not open my mout...

Existence I asked my existence in solitude. Existence is mine.Look who I said. She laughed at me and said, "I'm sorry." She kept quiet. She answered silently. As if the deaf mother knew. Where else is the churning noise? It's the morning of time. This birth has passed. It's a mystery that I will come in another birth. My heart was a terrible blow. D eception, life is just an empty ideal. My existence, full of self-pity, is a child's day. T hakur pours water from the bowl, walks around, and throws it. When I was a teenager, I pick up the paddy, throw the amul I brought from home, and give it to my friend and get beaten I ask myself if I did wrong when I grew up. S itting by the fire in the evening, my existence silently cries. Today and tomorrow, whoever I see, my mobile is ticking, my brother I listen to you talk from home, whenever I want to breathe under the open sky, I am pushed to breathe oil, salt, the world. If you ask me, I will not open my mout...

Existence I asked my existence in solitude. Existence is mine.Look who I said. She laughed at me and said, "I'm sorry." She kept quiet. She answered silently. As if the deaf mother knew. Where else is the churning noise? It's the morning of time. This birth has passed. It's a mystery that I will come in another birth. My heart was a terrible blow. D eception, life is just an empty ideal. My existence, full of self-pity, is a child's day. T hakur pours water from the bowl, walks around, and throws it. When I was a teenager, I pick up the paddy, throw the amul I brought from home, and give it to my friend and get beaten I ask myself if I did wrong when I grew up. S itting by the fire in the evening, my existence silently cries. Today and tomorrow, whoever I see, my mobile is ticking, my brother I listen to you talk from home, whenever I want to breathe under the open sky, I am pushed to breathe oil, salt, the world. If you ask me, I will not open my mout...

 Mother  I will never forget that moment 'Story' Not a single word, a heavenly feeling, magnetic voices, the magic of inexhaustible love, smiles on the lips, all the children are scattered, from village to city, from family to family, many names But The address is one 'mother ' For the poor daughter, the beggar steals rice from the side of the beggar, For the stubborn son, the father hides money in his waist There is For the poor girl, she asks for dry food from the ocean, Brings it to the man, She grinds rice in a mortar, The pain of the mother's womb, After paying the debt of millions of children in penance, her love is not weighed too much or too little Today , what happened when the mother's name was written along with the father's name on the child's birth certificate? How many days did it take to write the name? The mother was able to recover from the ten-month pregnancy pains for one month. I have said that you are not anywhere in the world I wi...

 Mother  I will never forget that moment 'Story' Not a single word, a heavenly feeling, magnetic voices, the magic of inexhaustible love, smiles on the lips, all the children are scattered, from village to city, from family to family, many names But The address is one 'mother ' For the poor daughter, the beggar steals rice from the side of the beggar, For the stubborn son, the father hides money in his waist There is For the poor girl, she asks for dry food from the ocean, Brings it to the man, She grinds rice in a mortar, The pain of the mother's womb, After paying the debt of millions of children in penance, her love is not weighed too much or too little Today , what happened when the mother's name was written along with the father's name on the child's birth certificate? How many days did it take to write the name? The mother was able to recover from the ten-month pregnancy pains for one month. I have said that you are not anywhere in the world I wi...

 Mother  I will never forget that moment 'Story' Not a single word, a heavenly feeling, magnetic voices, the magic of inexhaustible love, smiles on the lips, all the children are scattered, from village to city, from family to family, many names But The address is one 'mother ' For the poor daughter, the beggar steals rice from the side of the beggar, For the stubborn son, the father hides money in his waist There is For the poor girl, she asks for dry food from the ocean, Brings it to the man, She grinds rice in a mortar, The pain of the mother's womb, After paying the debt of millions of children in penance, her love is not weighed too much or too little Today , what happened when the mother's name was written along with the father's name on the child's birth certificate? How many days did it take to write the name? The mother was able to recover from the ten-month pregnancy pains for one month. I have said that you are not anywhere in the world I wi...