Story and photography

Hi steemit friends. This picture I was took in my collage. I am here to share some my photography and story
All the grappling glasses are made of mouas. The beautiful decorated tidy tulip is filled with a full red sari. There is a shoe on the north side of the room. Aloe on the side. A medium dressing table in the show and showcase. Different types of walmets And some pictures of the grandparents.
A bookshelf on the eastern side of the house
The image of the Goddess of the realm and the spirit of the Goddess Swaroswati It is meant to be here the light of the evening of the evening of the evening evening lighted the light Aritri once glanced around the house.
At around 11 o'clock in the night, after getting bargained and satisfied, the relatives of the maternal relatives pushed the oracle into the house. The door closed from the outside without screaming. Ark continued to come near the door and came slowly near the bride. Attracted niches are attracted to the newborn. Always wearing light jewelry. The white conch is indicating all purity. With the scalp of the scalp, the line of red sindur is drawn to the red line of red dandruff, with the order of the red color of the dusk. The dark red shining tip of the cup should be the first flame of the morning Robi.Beliffula necklace that is passing through the door, Matowa is busy spreading sweet sweat.
If someone looks like this, then he can not be kept in the eye for long. It may be that the man is the husband of Oritri but still is not the identity. Nabah is shamelessly looking. The hell is not a shame. The shame does not remain in the house. The sufferer has shortened them down there, but due to being a woman, Shame is there. If both of us are shy, do they leave?
Aritri takes off the face of shy shame. Arka, with his hands, puts the face of Aritri on his utmost courage. A beautiful flower orkar is presented in front of one's eyes. It is dry, shivering, frustrated and unconscious. In the shaky lagalagale yet soft laughAritri takes off the face of shy shame. Arka, with his hands, puts the face of Aritri on his utmost courage. A beautiful flower orkar is presented in front of one's eyes. It is dry, shivering, frustrated and unconscious. In the shaky lagalagale yet soft laugh
Suddenly, Arak said to Aritri,
Do you use Facebook?
Yes.
-Choose apple on Facebook ?? (Orc)
Here also the arbitrator's head swings Arriree.
-Is there any other picture from the apple, okay ??
Regarding the agreement, Ariti.
Okay, let's see your face ID passwords.
Surprise on the husband's eyes, in the presence of her husband, in the field of flowers, there is no shrinking or slight shyness in the eyes.
Orc said with a more eloquent voice,
-What is your facebook passwords? What are you surprised?
Aritri says that he will take care of himself.

• What do you do with passwords?
  -Error! You are my wife. You have the right to know the passwords of your Facebook ID.
  This is not the right oracabu. It is a question of privacy. The question of faith.
  -What is the privacy inside the husband's wife? And I believe in you definitely. Still I am your husband. From today, I will see who you are chatting with. And listen to all the friends who will befriend each other in your ID. No one can chat with any son. You do not need to talk about it. Just give up your password.
  My password is aritry aditi
  -Good Girl. Now take my password.
• He does not need to.
  -which ???
  -What role will the little passard play in the foundation base of the faith?
• What do you want to say is clear Aritri
  If you have a bad intention in mind, you can take another ID. If anyone wants to fly, it is difficult to stop. Velocity can never be prevented. Many husbands exchange their husbands in order to be good to their husbands or to their husbands. What can you say about profits? Lateuputu fell in love with Fake ID again.
  See, keeping a passwd in the center does not want to tarnish the spouse's relationship. Today you may take my password but tomorrow if you open a fake ID, you will know?
  Friends and friends also shared love with Passover.
  Again the same story with the fake ID.
  Do you know a word of Arakbabu, if we have a bad idea, then we must have swept away the idiots before the night of the night, did not we?
  I think it is very bad for nowadays Facebook passes between love and faith, standing in the wall of invisible disbelief.
  The speech of the bridegroom was shocked at such words. I do not know how Orkar looked like in such fiercely angry words or anthropomorphic behavior of Nirvadhu.