Feeling of the senses of the heart part #3 ⫷( short story)⫸

The heart shakes the head, no. Look at the dome. There is no rift in the heart. As much as He did not even have some age. A total of seven forty-eight At the age of twenty-one, she married her mother. Manish was twenty-two years old. Still, the heart does not show more than thirty-six thirty-six feet. The hair is still quite curious black, moving like a young man agile. The age-old impression is not there. But Manish, who often sees his prey, is nothing but a tinge. He does not pay the earning of his father any day.

Manish did not bow down, but curiously said to the face-your temperament is bad today?

Kajol came to the verandah at the Vandikta by grandson. Look at that, seeing that with a finger on the street, looking back at the heart turned back to the heart. He said in a very soft voice - Do not show Prasarata. What is the fault?

The heart opens its glasses of power and is ready to debate on the lap and say cold-necked-why?

Kajal knows this voice. The frown wants to brood the husband. The lines of his face became difficult. Say-stay, do not show up

Manish is very clever - Dad, Dont Mind Just wanted to check up. Just check up, nothing except that.

Kajal shrugged - Stay, you do not have to see. Why do not you want to see the wire?

The heart's instinct said, today's day will not be good. Either at noon, or at night, there will be a quarrel with Kajal. Will need to

With Kajol's grandson and Manish returned home with his machine. The heart sits in the newspaper of the heart. People's governance may not last long. Indira does not seem to be able to regain power in the all-India area. Then who will rule India in Ninthine Etti? Ghost?