Baldness fell, Ray - strike on the head!

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- Our hairdresser, instead of cutting the hair with scissors, noticed that, sir, your head is getting dizzy.

I am old, ours. There is a party of youth. The time to go to college goes by, but we snuggle up in front of us in the big mirror of the closet, flirting. We have a daily alliance with you. It is the spring of our cash growth. It was ten o'clock in the morning. Will have to lose the first period in college. It hurts too! Education hurts against the art of hair!

Fun curly hair doesn't let us move in front of the mirror. Cash is the decoration of the head. That is why the head looks so beautiful. Just have a comb in our pocket. In college alone or in recesses, I can ignore the students, especially the female students, and make the comb a delicate journey in the locks of hair.

At home, for a timepass, we wander around in the Cash region.

Sometimes we even think that if there were no mirrors in the world? The mirror works to increase the mirror. It makes the mind smile by showing that it is more beautiful than it is. As soon as we graduate in the morning, we get our square ions. Of course, we hurriedly put our hands on the different images of God on the wall in the house, although the focus is in the mirror.

As the body is arranged in front of the mirror, the first head takes possession of our personality. In our opinion, it takes a lot of time to groom the hair of the head. We have patience. The clock is ticking.

In the unfavorable period in college, one often looks at the clock to see when we can get out of boring! But the thorns do not move like the root.

Time is also awkward! Standing up when needed. It is in a hurry when it is not needed.

Ten in the morning has passed but the comb is going to do the same in the case.

Oops! These beautiful scenes - the alliance between Kanska and Aina are parting. Our contract has been defeated in the battle with Juwani. We are becoming worldly. Prakriti is like Pathan. He gives as much as he wants in his youth and then sometimes he collects with the passing interest of his youth.

Our hairdresser, with the help of scissors, cut our hair and noticed that, sir, your head is getting dizzy.

Our souls were stuck in the palm of my hand. Standing next to Mrs. Aina, combing her hair, Kanskoy would give her rice as per her wish - we were watching the disgusting scene not with tears in our eyes, but with envious eyes. Every day, like autumn leaves, our hair began to fall out. Every day in the autumn, as the leaves fall, the activity of hair loss increased.

We went from head to toe, saving as much cash as possible. Keshvardhan's deception started buying bottles of heroin. But that medicine proved to be not only life-giving to our hair, but also inspiring for life-giving. Using our heads as a field, the four queens play badminton face to face. And every now and then the recesses fall into the tent of the nose or ear.

When the wife sometimes stares at our head in despair, we regret that hair will not grow on the head again. Won't the past come back?

But the head shakes in despair - will the lost youth be regained? Ask, the time will never come to watch that mythical yayati. Doku has just woken up in despair, no!