Hello Friends, I am back to take second part of
our story . so, start we were talking about
human nature no one permanent in your life.
That guy realise this thing when one of his
friend from his college friend circle broke his
trust . The thing is that his friend promise him
to teach for his college exams. He had blind
believe on his friends. But, his friend broke his
trust . In the near of exams he ask to his
friend when you teach me but he forbid him.
But, since he ask to him why ?. But, his friend
not talk to him because he only wanted to
learn. That one friend change his whole
thinking about friends. Now, he thought that
no one help to each other because this world
full of competition . No, one help you in this
world either friends, relatives…etc. He
take a tough decision in life . He never trust
anyone . He decided to done his work with
himself. He gave his exams by preparing
himself . He study whole day and night
without taking any rest. Later he make a silent
boy . He always helps those people who are
unsupportable . So, just one incident of your
life changes your whole life.
You notice one thing why he change his
nature in his college life ??? Last Part……
To be continue in next part……….
Written by-:Maanu Rana
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