ॐ ★ Illusionist ★ # 1
Then the age has passed through the doorway and reached Kali. The son of Drona is the immortal soul in the Himalayas ... , Archery hero who seemed to be rejected by his father Arjuna. He has become superpowered by the penance of the ages. The silent gaze on the cave where the sun's rays did not reach it opened its eyes so that it slowly glided into the air. Natural relish. His face was covered with clouds. It may be because of the legacy of sickness. Brahm hedged his tears. He is awake. An unclean spirit. Chiranjeevi. This is what you do .......!
An Evening of the Gangapuja at Kashi in Kali Puri. You have shown the illuminated Ganga, a distant view of a river flowing through the Ganga in Rishikesh. Upon closer and closer, it looked like a human body, a dead body. Isn't it a decomposed carcass of a half-sleeved hand? No! Like a young man waiting for his old clothes to leave his decayed body in the open air and glittering in the waves of Kashi ... He is preparing a new world, rather than dwelling in the midst of the piles of death and magic. He is Lord Brahman, Vishnu and Shiva. An unclean spirit. The unclean spirit is looking for a disciple, one who hid the light. Desiring and seeking the Guru is not the story of today. It was early childhood. The desire to appear before a messenger before it can be confirmed. He began his journey in search of Ishwar. At the beginning of his journey, he felt that he had found God. Looking back through the book's closing library, the religious book has been rested in the bookshelf where it is read and read. The Qur'an, the Bible and the Gita are a very small but very small library of physics and psychology texts, including magical books. He has not yet realized whether what he has read, heard and seen is true. "It 's not a little bit about him! Aren't you? Who is it? Who is this' I' and the next question? Surely I am answering that question. Who am I ?!" As you can see in the old Malayalam films, the circular shape can be seen from time to time. It is me, in my youthless form. Like the rest of the family's tragedy, the new birth was born with a black bar in the right hand. She was the sixth child born to her father and mother. The child, who had only grown up with the wind and the foliage, had become the object of all the tenderness of the youngest being born, for fear that the two eldest siblings were hidden within the age of time. In the birth stories heard by his mother as a child, the child dressed himself as a man. This is the story my mother told me. "The oldest daughter is going to college. The second son (who passed away a few days later. It was a very mysterious thing.) What to do with him when he is seventeen. Remember the old time. You're coming Feel the girl's mother. She did not come, did not come with am'mum'maykkum old. I gave birth to my mother and to all of you munpulleareyellam vittilanennariyamallea said with a bud'dhimeasamakumenn. Feels just told me I could matiyennayirunnenkilum the age of forty. Like Moses, sahayattinarumillate I was waiting for your arrival at the hospital, and you refused to come out in time. Drinking uncomfortably. Because of tension. The elders comment that men are like that. Drink tension and drink, and so on. Whatever happens afterwards. Eliam (a Christian woman near the house) who came to name someone else, came to me when she heard of your father's nickname and the doctor's call and called out to their god. In them the God is not our God. I felt a little relieved. It became painful and I was bleeding. Pain is unbearable The doctor came and said, 'This is not okay in here. Someone called the car and went to the district. Your father was with you. When I got there, I was taken to the Operation Theater. And when I open my eyes or see what happens, there's a baby boy. When you were born, you weighed four kilos. They were lying next to me. After some time I look up and see the child. I'm not scared. And what I saw was true. It is unknown whether the drug was injected into the operation. My eyes are on you. In the mouth, there are teeth of pigment in the mouth, but go near the wall. Something was done back then. I was scared. Your father's housemates weren't witches, but he was a child. I have seen your parents tell your snake. I doubt that the son is born to me. I'm afraid I can see some of your work now. " End of story Two drops of tears streaming down. "God bless you and your children ..." On the day she finished her class 10th March, she was twenty-three. After all, it is the 10th exam. But then, my star is restored. And not just Naomi Titi. Birthday of Sri Rama. Good bye to baby boy As soon as this is done I will either go to the courtyard or my mother will start the next story. In the neighborhood, the children would play ball, and I would see it. Don't let me play. I'm at home, everyone. If I watch the game for a while, I'll get tired of it. Take a stone in the courtyard, take a shower and touch it. A poojaankadu will be done using water from the lamp and the sandalwood at the poojamuri without the mother showing the flowers. A man from time immemorial has come to look for a disciple. The disciple who seeks the disciple and the disciple who seeks the Guru. I expect my way, as I seek it
to be continued
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