The pumpkin comes near to me and the police with his mother and grandmother get out of the pumpkin plane.
They read my poetries and listen to my songs. After few times I saw a drop tear in their eyes. They have gone. The next day five people come and feel my creations. I think that my tries are not failed. But this way in a week minimum 78 ones get touch of literature.
One day our country's President come and also follow on.
By this way I make the...