Who best to do part 2

We are ready to do it if we have money, but we are not serious now! I had proved my work for Dnyaneshwar's Shabdamrita. (Shabd ± dead - not, Shabd + Amrit) and prepares to hear what Saheb has to say. At one point, a forward short-leg catch would slip from Solkar's hand but I sat with vigilance to catch every word of this Gyandev who was eating masala dosa, wills and tea. "You won't laugh, will you?" Dnyaneshwar asked me. "Oh, but talk!" "You have many acquaintances!" Where?" "No, I have two jobs." "Why two? Wow! One is to introduce the girl, the other is to get the story to the editor and get it printed!" "You are the father of Sherlock Holmes, the grandfather of Detective Dhananjay!" he said in a voice of respectful surprise, "Thank you sir!" I bowed politely and stiffened my collar. made "How did you know this?" "Experience! The news that I got married because my story was published spread like wildfire all over Pune and these days many people come to consult me in both these matters. You won't laugh at the conversation starters of them all, will you? It happens with this sentence. Come on baby talk now!" "I've written a funny story!" "You're putting me in trouble! Wait, don't panic! Do not tell the reason! Your first sentence is, 'You're not going to laugh, are you?' Now if you write a joke and laugh at its theme, you'll get nervous, because then you'll feel like your essay tricked Now you do this, first tell the story! Next Next!" "He's Got a Background!" "Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! The dosa arrived, we started breaking into pieces. I didn't say anything until the dosa was finished. At that time Bandu came, he also sat down. "What do you think the consultation is going on?" Just don't make him nervous !" I said patting the rebel. "If you are going to take this advice and still want to succeed, there is a solution. This will say to do the opposite! People come to him only to know what not to do!" Bandya gulped for no reason. I picked up the vada from his sambarat and put it in my mouth. Now the level is done. By this time the full company had appeared and again this Gyandev left an order for everyone. Therefore, even the fiercest opposition remained silent. Thus our background was created. "I told you," said Dnyaneshwar Maharaj Amritwani came out of her mouth "That there is a girl, but she is not like usual." "So?" We have almost got it! ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Bandu Bichara

was silenced by the politics of numbers. "So her name is Sheila! Do you know what she said to me?" "I didn't say anything, let me tell you in advance!" Bandya put in a self-defensive sentence. We looked at him with burning eyes. Anyone else would have burned to ashes but this was Bandya. Then Ashoka took pity on him. He said, "Ye dekho son, jo kuch kehna hai wo kahke dalo." what Tumhari dam tumko kya boli itsa hamko pata nahi. Lekin jo baat hai wo saf saf bolo, hum tumhare piche hai Mentioning me, she calls you mad. Why is there silence? Everyone thought that my anger would explode and something huge would happen here; But though I didn't read it, the Gita Press, Gorakhpur's Gita that came with the degree was on my room. In it there was a verse like 'shitaprajyasyaka bhasha'. That is, what should be the meaning of the language of Sita Pragya. I mean the language of sthitaprajna that is silence, what our forefathers said 'maun sarvartha sadhanam'? I remained silent. If Sheela called me Bawalt, Meena called Dnyaneshwar Kulkarnia Mattha and Dnyaneshwar came to me begging for help and most importantly I gave him abhayadaan. I ordered Kanda Uttap to the outgoing waiter and said to Kulkarnia, "And she added, don't face me again until you write the story!" Correct? " He shook his head. I also brought to his attention that she had not said 'unless it is printed'. But he was not very convinced. According to him, to do so would have made her more abusive towards the offense of fraud. Then we decided to write the story. "But what kind of thing do you want?" Anyone wakes up and gives the thing an English name, isn't there anything in it, just innovation! Everyone agreed on this. We wrote a story. It was about two friends. There are best friends, once they have a fight and so on. Now it was a question of getting it into print, but many non-paying magazines churned out new magazines while tending to the junk and writers like us enthusiastically adding to the junk.