One day our house came with a delegation, carrying your letter. Our mother, who was always crying in my remembrance, had got it all day and night.Ama and I was so happy to take that letter in hand. When I read the letter and told mother, mother fell for forever. Mother could not hear the experience of suffering. When I read that shyem sold in a candle box Then my eye was the manner in the first letter reached my tears.
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