Days go by as the sand driven away by the winds at the seashore.So was my life as I had been bereaved of my family.With an expected simplicity as exposed in Ai, I am left alone, a homeless and hopeless creature am I...
I would remember that beautiful and glowing image of my true mother. She had done so much for me just to let me live a life.Giving up her life was the most precious memory which left a lasting impression, a lasting picture of Pitha over my head.Now that I am depressed as well as a poor teen living in the twentieth century,I must make a minimum living rather than a reasonable living of pleasure and expense. It's certain from the fact that I had to write my life with so much difficulty on some waste papers as some leftovers from the factory. Once I found a pen with full ink on which I decided as in a  lifetime use.Some say I am a great author while others say I am a great detective.Splitting up the difference would be in a result of a normal spy or a normal scribe.A passer-by just stopped by to see my condition.
"Is this kind of show a spectator to you?"
"No,I come from the village of Rehi.You must be living in destitudeness.May I help you even though I came to buy a good bundle of papers,fresh and ready from this well-known factory."
"I don't need any help and besides of you helping me,there are no ways to fetch me out of this pit."
"Well Mr,I don't have to search for 'ways of help',but I could help you to find the person behind your mother's loss.But on one condition that you must restore me the precious rare jewels that the intruder has in his native--"
"...Native?"
"Oh sorry.Got to go take the boarding train.I would depict the situation of the native place of Roger much before you know it.Goodbye!"
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