The Untold Stories of Chamary

Untold stories in Chamary…

He has been in prison for fourteen years now with serious work…

Our wife imposed a condition on our marriage…. Today's story is about that..

As you know, when someone in our village eats a piece of bread, a seven-day mourning period is declared and celebrated in a "special" way.. Similarly, if someone gets a party, a week of joy is celebrated for that... If it happens to one or two of those two, the situation becomes even worse.. Namal and Harsha stay in the village without going home.. Amareth tries to stay in the village as long as possible by lying on the phone... Many days, he is tired even during the day... The two people with a good level of consciousness have to go to the shop, vomit.. They also have to do some work at the branch...

At night, the group of philosophers, political commentators, singers, whites, and sensitive people who have become bullies are like a rickshaw waiting for the morning to be counted... Dias The husband brought something for breakfast and then scolded me and said, "Get back to work quickly." That must have been the reason why Mr. Dias called our wife "a little hermit."

So those were the days when our wife came to visit us and set up with me... That was the same time that Ruka had that half-truck boot... That means the situation is very serious, my friends... Special celebrations are going on at a very serious level. It starts at sunset and ends at sunrise. One by one, one by one, one by one. And so it went on and the day I went by myself arrived...

The combination of two types caused a change in the taste, and the Kabaraya took me under his control...

The situation was so bad that I slept the next morning hugging the coffin... I couldn't get up, my head was spinning... I took a break from Mr. Dias and fell asleep right where I fell..

Around ten o'clock, a call came from our wife... We had just gotten married..

"I didn't see you this morning, so I checked.. Are you sick?"

That… I said because I had nothing to say

"Oh yes, I have a fever and I am sleeping.."

I fell asleep like that.. Around ten o'clock, I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door and went to the front.. Wearing only a shirt and with the remains of the grave scattered all over my body..

Hutaaya… Our people came to see my illness with another girl.. They caught me by the hand..

"Did you have a fever?

I asked… turned… left… I was still lying with the grave at the door.. It was only when I came to my senses in the evening that I realized that this was over. What did you wish for…

Anyway, after paying my respects and swearing not to drink again, our people calmed down a little.. But I set a condition..

"I will not keep my oath not to drink for nothing.. But If you drink and stay unconscious, I will be gone by then.."

That's the condition..

I too am listening to what some country says, the IMF, as if it were doing something...

However, even if it was a mistake, even today, our people take me to the former grave in Chamary to hear the case....

So I am always the guilty one, sir...