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Flowers. | Saleh Muhammad
Bhadralok wrote the story after learning about it
I asked, a story about me
Can not write. He said,

• What is the reason you like this?
• No, I think sometimes
  That's the story from the reality
  Better as a character.
• Well, let's see. One day I came home.
  His nest is small. Across the street. Outside
  Split the wall. Small plants inside the throttle
  Born. There is very sunshine around the nest
  Saw me The woman who opened the door opened
  I assumed her wife. Woman
  He smiled and said,
• Who am I? Take you
  It's about writing a story. Came in.
  The inside is cool Sunny outdoors
  Not there. Put a red red flower on a small table
  Flowering. Flowers are understood to be plastic.
  I also see the woman sitting on a sofa
  I thought I would sit next to the sofa Afterwards
  Sitting on the opposite chair. Woman
  He said,
• You need to know about.
• What do you know?
• All that is known about. To write the story, all of these
  Takes it.
• The story will write your Hajaband.
  What do you need to do with these things?
  She got annoyed. Eyes said to the crib,
• What are you thinking about story and alone?
  Will write! Is the story ever written alone?
• Is not it? I'm actually about writing stories
  Know less
  Thinking what he knows, he said,
• At least two buoys Write the story
  You need at least two people.
  He got up from the sofa and got me right
  He stood near. I know how very well
  Started doing The woman is not beautiful or she
  In the sense But the obscure. My head
  Drying around the neck seemed dry to dry.
  How are you stuck in the chest?
  The woman was very laughing. How sharp is it
  Smile of words He said,
• I'm all about taking care of you. To you
  It's fun to write stories about Sit a bit
  To you
  Where did he know? I'm sitting
  I was curious to stay.
  Then ring my phone. I saw that
  The writer has done the gentleman. Hold on
  I said,
• where are you? I'm sitting in your house
  I am
• I'm a little bit out of the brother.
• What are you doing?
• I'm walking. I walk outside all day. And at night
  Come and write stories.
  What do I do now?
• What do you mean? Me
  Did not meet with Wife?
• have been there
• He has all information with him
  Will go Do not wipe for me.
  How do I get angry by taking down the phone?
  The woman left me like this
  Grief is also very sad to see. I am
  I thought it might be with him
  I have never met or in this house
  I have never visited or writer
  The person will write me sometime
  No A plastic to make a little sure
  I went out with full pockets.
  After leaving, I thought,
  I am sad. I thought, go out for a while.
  The road after the empty street outside. Any street
  The other way to the end. Any
  Wall at the end of any road.
  Thus evening, then the night is midnight. One of
  I stand by the tea shop
  We cigarette pull. Then the mobile is free.
  When the writer heard the man's throat He
  Said
• Write a story about you. Feel fun
  Write in
• Information has nothing to do. What
  You write?
• That's what it has been given. Ok now
  Rakhi Bhai, I will talk to you later.
  I took out the flower from the pocket.
  I saw that it was just about plastic flowers
  It's not that, that's the twilight from the twenty
  Kind of flower All day from the pocket
  Dead from tomorrow