A window in my yard used to open toward the living area. Since we were living in the same area all day, we used to wander around the window and open the door a little to relax. Gradually, we became accustomed to seeing a disaster outside the window for a few moments. My routine was that after eating I would often be seen in the window on which my friends had hugged me. This habit had become so strong that if I had eaten somewhere outside, I would have been anxious to look out the window like a bowl. One day the weather was on a nice jibon. That's how I ate lunch and started rolling my eyes out the window for the usual imagery. My age required that as the weather changed my heart's weather also changed and the idea of Hussein was born in my heart. It is not a crime, any desire in the heart can be born ... Meanwhile, a gender fragile appeared on the roof of her residence. The gender in the black dress was as delicate as the dark clouds in the sky surrounded the sun.
His eyes were as beautiful as if anybody could see them would have swept through them. She was walking on the roof with a cup of tea in her hand with open hair. There I had a heartbeat that was attached to his walk. At the same time, as I looked at the children kicking on the roof, a few memories of childhood were born in my heart. His repeated rotation of hair was making me very upset and I was left in his heart. One of his movements was making my heart happy if anyone else saw the same movement. He may call this a movement but the matter of choice is individual and then when the beloved is in front, then everyone likes ... Above the sky a group of eagles was presenting a beautiful sound scene in the atmosphere, but the beautiful scene in which it was said may sound annoying to someone else. The difference is just like and dislike. The heart is on the weather… I just wanted them to be standing in a corner of the roof and I could keep my eyes on it. But she didn't want it. She was walking from corner to corner with a cup of tea in her hand. His disappearance towards the other corner was as if all the eagles flying above me were snatching meatballs from my heart, as if the heart had changed momentarily in the autumn, as the seasons changed. All the leaves have fallen off the dry shrubs on the tree and then the shoots have worked? Some time later, a friend of his also became involved in a walk with him. She was talking to her friend, spreading unfamiliar smiles on her face, and I felt even more beautiful than myself. They repeatedly trimmed their heads but played a significant role in shaking the oppressive breeze off their head. In fact, it is the season that captures a person in love, whether that season is a season of the heart or outside it does not matter. He rolled his eyes everywhere except at this magnificent window. Little did he know that this unfamiliar bird sitting in the window wanted to fly towards it. Wherever she rolls her eyes, she creates a sensation in her heart that makes her look, but how did the senses work?
The only difference between the birds flying in the air and the birds sitting in the window was just flying, I was trying to see why they were wasting their flight if they needed to fly tomorrow if they didn't like me. Will fly That day I knew the meaning of the original wish ... Desire is not something that is fulfilled - The desires are the ones to spend their lives fulfilling, just as I am living my unfulfilled desire for this gender fragile. The desire is to have the food eaten with it, what an absurd desire to eat it. Let’s have a picture of it… How does one want to find a window after eating in one's house, so that one should go to his house and find it before eating? On that day, this desire won over all desires.
After that day, the weather did not smell, nor did the window reopen, nor did it remain a habit.
And yes she has no idea if she's back on the roof or not ...
