The 'Glass

I have been trying to learn the new story since morning. But I had trouble getting the story right. I'm thinking about how to end the story.

The morning sun went down and it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, but not a word came out before the pen.

'You haven't had breakfast yet.... I'm coming from Sarala's house.

'How much can I tell you, when I sit down to write, don't call me. But even if you tell me a thousand things, you won't hear them," I scolded my wife in anger. He said nothing.

But his face was full of food and boredom. I'm busy making up the story again. I became. 'Dad, today is a holiday. You said you would always take ripe lemons on the day of yasan. A five-year old girl came from behind and caught him in the gulf.

Once again, in the breaking of unity, I last nothing and grabbed the girl by the arm and pushed her away. Don't you see that he's bothering me?

Bazi began to cry loudly. Mrs took her in her arms and said in a deep, serious voice, "You cannot do justice to the thought of the living characters of the the household. What relationship can you have with the fictional characters of the story?

The pen fell out of my hand. I looked aty wife in surprise. I felt like I had been deluded into becoming a writer.