I rubbed my eyes and the image of my slain Marie was replaced by a burly woman in blue dress pants and an ill-fitting formal shirt with short sleeves.
I said life is magic its not only my thought most of the people feel it, otherwise life will run planned based its make happiness to our self but the truth is it’s not enjoyment.
One of them who visited the party wrote a book about the story narrated by the lady and the things that happened that night and named the book “Memories of the Lady”.
Blob and Little were frightened and confused, then a man appeared with his crossbow in left hand, arrows in the holster on his back shone,
Parker opened the door. The first rays of the sun entered the room. The temperature of the room rose drastically. The mirrors and glasses reflected the light on to each other which eventually led to increase the warmth of the room.
The auther came back to guest house and found Nandu walking anxiously in the burrendah. He was surprised to see him alive.
The author is stunned to hear from Nandoo that his fan is not an ordinary lady. She can murder him brutally even at midnight. She turns into a cruel woman.
I experienced the positivism and I had no negative feelings there and when I was there, I felt lot of love in my heart and I didn’t felt loneliness.
The author and his fan shared and enjoyed together how she started speaking. The had had lunch together and enjoyed Bengali songs too. They left for rest.