A Untold Story
Part 1 May was silent and above the voice that was weakening me from inside, I was afraid of that voice more than that voice, then as if time had caught me with a quilted quilt, by which the voice stopped me and that voice also stopped coming. The fear of that voice was so late that it died late and heard But nobody saw my help, I did not even see who had helped me, but I pray that my heart would be gold that showed so much heart to me. I was told that when I saw myself in the morning I thought it was said here in the big palace where a lot of people were trying to help each other... Writer Deepak jayalwall Insta.@deepakjayalwall_official