Khijdiye Tekre

MD attitude Steamy Stories

However, Bhoja felt that this time more than every year, there was a lot of khabka on this vada to take revenge on me. One is the water like diamond thread and additionally the frosty wires of Posh month. In the midst of this snowfall, Dill used to pick up the food completely and take care of the fence. It has not been difficult to wear it for a long time now. It was a year-old mop, and there were as many stains as carpets on it, and now, by rubbing those stains, the sieve was so worn out that it was no longer possible to restore it.Tadh Jiravavi was not new to Bhojan. In the past, when he had beaten the seamstresses, he used to tie weights from the standing mall even in the dark to match his sesame-colored body, but now he was tired and lacked the blood of youth. , so cold wires like the sting of a scorpion hissing from the anus of a deer gnaw the jaws of an armored prey; But Bhoja didn't feel so much against him biting his thirty-two teeth, as he felt about the children of Nagampuga who trampled him for lack of clothes.Bhojo used to watch the cloth shop in the village sitting behind the armored mound and would notice with his stealthy eyes the cloth bags being ridden on horses inside the shop. 'Madhavji Kapadio can fill yard after yard but not even tear a good piece of cloth like me!' Even a big man like Bhoja would give a sigh of relief and immediately the former Bhoji in him would rise up. "Put a ganesha in the middle of Madhiya's hat and gather it, then its hollows will be opened by wandering and I will pick up enough cloth to be lifted on the shoulder and gather it together..."But along with this picture, another picture was appearing: Pasayatas beating the cattle by removing Kubano's pug from the list of 'suspects' of the village... To confess the crime, they hanged themselves from the branch of a tree and burned themselves down. In order to find the place where the cloth is buried, the hands and feet are tied, a rag is made and sticks are beaten on it.'No, no, in this inferior state, I will not suffer such a beating.' Bhoja turned this risk away. A fortunate coincidence came before Bhoja that there was no need to take such a risk.Khijdia mounds were used to bury young dead children. Its soil was not very hard so it could be dug single-handedly even with a simple small shovel.The boy to the village post-master there this evening Incarnate. Someone was saying that the boy was stillborn.Some say that he died after birth. above daughters The post-master, who had just received it, had a son at home years later, too Unlucky, he was shocked. This Baluda is the one who returns home in desperation and finds no happiness Later the master also did good charity. Madhavji's Dead by weaving high quality silk cloth from hand to handWrap the baby well.And Adhaman tied a bale of salt and walked to Master Khijdiye with four relatives.Uphale Dile was shivering in the cold, Madha was standing like a chadiya among the wet watermelons, thinking of breaking up the Kapadia shop and shivering from being beaten by the police. At the same time, people arrived at Khijdiye Tekre for the cremation of the post-master's son.And Adhaman tied a bale of salt and walked to Master Khijdiye with four relatives.Uphale Dile was shivering in the cold, Madha was standing like a chadiya among the wet watermelons, thinking of breaking up the Kapadia shop and shivering from being beaten by the police. At the same time, people arrived at Khijdiye Tekre for the cremation of the post-master's son.Bhoja was not in the habit of addition-subtraction whether to manipulate or not. This man never developed the duplicity of a Danish prince. His life formula was to cut a page into two.Bhoja put that life formula into practice when the movement of seams stopped at night and Sopo fell. Taking a spade and a shovel from the cave, he climbed up the rotten mound.As a result of the long manuring season, efficient digging was easy for Bhoja. He was digging the child's grave with great care in order to slip the cloth without tearing or tearing it at all. Also, care had to be taken to ensure that the sound of the spade hitting the stone did not reach too far.Bhoja lifted the child from the pit, wrapping him in a blanket as if he were spreading manure by killing him and gently sliding the scoter over him.But as soon as he got up, he was surprised. That little firm lump of bone twitched slightly. Something like a right hand started moving up and down inside.Even the bhad adami like Bhoja got fired up. Where did the living child emerge from this burial mound of dead boys? Isn't this a fun game? But now where was the scope for such imaginations? It was necessary to leave this place before the child, who was crawling faster and faster in the arms, started crying and his murderous activity was revealed.But what to do? Return the stolen item to its original location? If the 100% safe way was the same, then the original purpose of diggi

Unfold